A/N: This chapter was supposed to Short, but um….well, I couldn't stop writing. XP
Sorry for the long wait though, so I suppose this chappy can make up for a lot of lost time. 'I absolutely love my random chapter titles.-Randomosity'
R&R!
Key: 'Words sung'
Thoughts
~~Unspeakable behavior~~
Sesshomaru woke the next day with an excruciating headache. Slowly he rose, quickly retracing yesterday's occurrences, the reason he'd had such a migraine. Said ailment shifted beside him and he growled low in his throat. Kagura cuddled deeper into the sheets as his eyes roved over her petite form. His lips almost curled into a snarl.
Filthy ingrate he thought heartlessly and slid from the bed and into the bathroom. The smell of her on him was beginning to make him gag.
Once he stepped into his shower, letting the heat of the water caress his pale flawless skin, he decided that once this silly plan was over with, he would dispose of the thorn in his side properly. After the Miko had taken off from his room and he could sense her out the door and running across the yard, Sesshomaru toyed with Kagura, relentlessly teasing her until she was begging him to take her. Of course, that's all she wanted from him and that's what he gave her. She had intruded on him and his prey, and as punishment, he took her hard, and ruthlessly. Nothing was sweet or enjoyable about it, just a rut.
Prior to her intrusion, Sesshomaru had gotten a little 'excited' while he was teasing the Miko, and while the rut was somewhat welcomed, Kagura would learn to stay out of his business. With every thrust of his hips, she was intoxicated. With every rough pinch or bite, he dominated her. He was certain that Kagome was nothing but a name on a faceless person to Kagura. And that's the way he wanted it.
With a towel secured around his lithe waist, he sauntered out the small space to see Kagura propped up on her elbows and a sly grin on her face. " My, Sesshomaru, I didn't know you could be so unforgiving."
He cut his glare her direction. " You've gotten what you came for, now leave."
She pouted, " Now is that anyway to treat your girlfriend?"
He desperately wanted to destroy her, with every fiber of his being. His frown deepened as he replied, " A girlfriend who can be quickly replaced."
She huffed, but slowly left his bed, gathering her shredded clothes. " My father would like to see you next week," she stated casually. " He wants to meet the man I adore."
" Hn." Was his only response. Soon, he would be able to rid himself of her.
Sighing, she fixed her hair back into a ponytail and straightened her clothes. Before she left, she turned and blew him a kiss. "Bye my love, until next time."
He had his back turned and didn't bother responding. Once he heard the door click shut, he continued the process of dressing, and cursing his father to hell. If it wasn't for him, his life here on the campus would be somewhat pleasant. The plan was that he was to court Kagura to get close enough to her father, who was in charge of a failing company. Sesshomaru's father needed him to willingly sign over his business, so he could broaden his corporation further. Of course, the man would be given a generous amount of money if he agreed, and a new position. But if he wouldn't comply, then this lengthy endeavor would be for naught.
Either way, he was getting rid of her and looking into more…entertaining engagements. As he straightened his shirt and raked a clawed hand through his silver mane, his thoughts went back to that girl. She was an unbelievably bland human, with a horribly plain bio. The only thing she had going for her was that she was indeed a spiritual priestess.
But Sesshomaru found that he could not help but feel somewhat attracted to that. Because she wanted nothing to do with him, because she feared him, because she hated him. Kagome was an open book, he surmised. He enjoyed the fact that he could evoke so many emotions from her, and he could read her from page to page. She was far more amusing than the sultry woman prowling the halls. As he exited his room, his observant eyes came in contact with a envelope containing his information in it. Along with being bland, she was also a clumsy fool. when he bent down to grab it, an idea came into his mind. A hint of a smirk lingered on his lips as he left his room. An apology was in order he supposed.
She was due for a visit.
I had just gotten out the shower when I heard the knock on the door. I shuffled to the door, with a blue towel wrapped around my chest, and a smaller white one wrapped in my hair. I thought it was Sango, that's why I didn't hesitate to throw on any clothes before I yanked open the door….
And slammed it shut, pressing my back against it.
The subtle atmosphere turned tense in moments as my breath rushed from me in a flash, and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. My eyes searched the clean room for answers that wouldn't be found, while my mouth opened and closed like a suffocating fish. Why was he here?!
"Kagome." Sesshomaru said soothingly from the other side.
He knows my name?
My face turned beet red. It felt weird, seeing as he's never said it before.
Once I could get my voice to work, I stuttered, " W-w-what do you want?"
Silence.
"Open the door first, then I will tell you." he explained.
" How do I know you won't barge in and try to rape me?" I shouted. " I mean, you've tried it on two occasions." A moment went by and I swear I heard something akin to a chuckle behind the door. Was he laughing at me now?! A second later he spoke again.
" I will not touch you," he said softly, "You have my word."
There was another pregnant pause as the situation whirled wildly around in my mind. It was just yesterday that he almost had his way with me. He had almost broken me that day, and just as I was about to pull the pieces back into place, the angel spawn from the devil comes a'knockin on my door.
Biting my lip nervously, I noticed something. If he wanted to do me any kind of harm, he would've broken down my door already. He was actually acting civilized. If he waited this long, then maybe whatever he had to say was worth listening to, although the voice at the back of my head was screaming 'NO!' at the thought of it.
"….Give me a second." I mumbled. I knew he could hear it. I swiftly swapped the towel for a white tank top, and threw on the uniform skirt laying by my bed. Shaking my hair free of the towel, I swiped the wet tendrils behind my back. Fidgeting with my glasses, I inched towards the door slowly, twisting the doorknob. I cracked it enough to peer out at his tall build. He was in a gray v-neck t-shirt, that strained slightly across the span of his chest, dark blue jeans hugged his hips snugly. The neutral color brought a slight contrast to his face, making his eyes ever more intimidating. I gulped, trying to hide my timid gaze in the shadow of my wet bangs. I opened the door wider and stood in the space between.
"What is it?"
His cool gaze raked over my timid form once, before he spoke solemnly. "You left this while departing from my room yesterday." he said, handing me the envelope.
"Oh, yeah," I mumbled meekly, reaching out to grab it. Once I had it in hand, I expected him to relinquish it to me, but he held fast. Frowning, a gave it a slight tug. What the heck was he waiting for?!
The awkward silence was broken once again. " I've also come to apologize." his eyes pierced mine once more. " It seems I had acted too boldly."
My eyes widened, and my jaw slackened. Blinking rapidly, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I never thought he'd would ever apologize to me, with him being an arrogant noble prick. So, I was aptly shocked when he did.
I dropped my gaze towards the floor and blushed. "T-Thank you." I replied softly and gave a slight nod. "Apology accepted."
The air around us fell silent once again, but this time, a bit more comfortable.
Seconds later did he drop his hold on the envelope, finally letting me have it. Wordlessly, he turned to leave, and I watched his silver hair sway with every step. Hugging the paper to my chest, I sighed heavily. I somehow felt a bit…relived, seeing as he went out of his way to give me these papers and apologize. I felt a bit lighter too, like a heavy burden had been lifted from my chest. My eyebrows knitted and I frowned. But then again, maybe I shouldn't be so forgiving.
Later that day, Sango and I where on our way to the nearest super market. We had unintentionally went through our supply of junk food for the week and it was about time to stock up. I was biding my time, seeing as this was the first time I'd been off campus in a while. I watched the street as it constantly stirred with cars and buses. Even for a weekend, it seemed a lot more lively and hectic than usual. Picking our way through crowed streets, Sango filled my ear with talk of a new club opening and how apparently, we had to go to it. 'We' meaning her, Miroku and Me.
" I rather not, I'm not with the club scene." I said apologetically.
"It doesn't matter, you're not going to be doing anything else," she said, " all you do is stay in our room, or go into the library and do whatever"
I shrugged. " So?"
She scoffed tersely. " You're a lame Kagome."
I rolled my eyes and sighed, " I'm not a lame."
We had just walked into the store as this impromptu conversation continued.
"Then prove it, come with us." she said, throwing random items into her basket.
I took a moment to think about it. Yeah, so I stayed in the library or the dorm. To me, those where the safest places. I was all about serenity and quiet. The club was the complete opposite of what I thrived for; it was loud, musty and people wouldn't respect my personal space. But, I cast a glance toward Sango, who was still going on and on about it, I guess going once wouldn't hurt. At least she would get off my back about it.
"Fine, I'll go." I grumbled. Sango looked at me and jumped a couple of inches off the floor in excitement. She clapped her hands as she twirled around me. I blushed and glared at her. A couple of people where starting to stare. She calmed once she stopped in front of me. "Awesome! It's about time you decided to grow up, and stop acting like a kid."
" I'm not a kid and I don't act like one either." I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest. I swear that this woman could easily be my enemy if I never knew her.
She giggled again. " Are you sure? 'Cause you could've fooled me."
An agitated vein throbbed in my forehead. "Sango…" I warned. She was starting to get on my nerves. She held up her hands as if to surrender. "Sorry, sorry, couldn't help it." she replied.
"Yeah, so when are we going out?" I asked, moving the topic along.
" Tonight." she replied simply.
My eyes widened in disbelief. "Really, tonight? We couldn't go next week or something?"
She shook her head and grinned, " Tonight is the opening night, the first night the club has ever seen." she explained, " This is the night that everybody, human and demon alike, come and celebrate."
I bit my lip nervously. " So going next week is out of the question?"
"Yup, it probably won't be as crowded as it will be tonight." she said excitedly.
And that's a good thing?! I thought wildly.
A minute later, a sly smile played on my bestie's face and her eyes glinted with mischief. " Maybe you can invite Sesshomaru to come with you."
Her comment nearly made me trip over my own feet and kiss the floor with my embarrassingly red face. Quickly I straightened myself and glared at Sango who was currently doubled over and laughing too hard for my liking.
"H-how do you know about him?" I asked in a hushed tone, stirring Sango towards the fresh produce isle away from curious eyes.
Sango sighed lightly after she was finished laughing. As she a wiped a tear from her eye she said, " I saw him leave the our dorms today and once I made it to our room noticed the envelope with his name on it. Miroku told me about you and him being partners in your comp class."
After the burning sensation had stopped scorching my face, I cleared my throat. I had forgotten all about Miroku.
" I want nothing to do with that man. He has a very," I hesitated, " compassionate and loyal girlfriend."
She saw right through my lie. " Kagura is a psychopathic bitch." she stated bluntly.
I laughed. " Oh, how right you are. I'm just happy I can finally get this over with."
As we made our way to the checkout, I decided to let her in on that little incident that happened yesterday. Immediately, I knew it was a bad idea, seeing as her face contorted into anger as I told her every detail, even down to Sesshomaru chocking Kagura, just so I could escape.
An angry blush covered her cheeks as malice filled her eyes. " How come you didn't tell me earlier?!"
She turned quickly and started her trek back to the college, pissed and aggravated. I had to jog to keep with her. " Sango, it's alright okay?" I said softly, " He came to apologize and he didn't even touch me once he brought the envelope."
The bags she held in her hands swung to and fro with the momentum of her pace. Her eyes slid over to my wary ones. " What gives him the right to even touch you?!"
"Sango-"
"That man needs to taught a fucking lesson." she growled and I could tell just by the way she carried herself that she would be the one to do it.
Gulping, I ran in front of her throwing my arms out wide. " Listen to me please." I pleaded. " I'm fine, he saved me really. He's not as harsh and unforgiving as people make him out to be." I said, watching the emotions whirl in her eyes. " If anything, it should be Kagura that you should be wanting to kill not him."
"I wanna kill em' both." she retorted snidely.
I grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her lightly, trying to shake her out of her killing persona. I gave her a heart small but heart felt smile. " Promise me you won't try and kill them, okay?"
Sango's head tilted to the side, and squinted her eyes at me. I could tell she wanted to say something, but she held it in. Her nostrils flared indignantly and she sighed heavily. She closed her eyes, dropping a bag to message her temple. "Fine," she grumbled. " But if he ever touches you again, I'm chopping his fucking dick off."
I smiled again before giving her a quick hug. "Thanks."
Grabbing the bag, we made our back to the college chatting happily about random subjects.
Once we made it to our dorms, we dumped our junk food in our small stash drawer. Sango went the closet and started to pull out dress after dress after dress, all of them short and too revealing. I frowned as she handed me one.
She looked at me when the dress never left her hand. " Well?" she started.
I hesitated, forcing my hand to take the hanger. " This looks horrible."
Sango laughed as she rummaged around for a matching pair of heels. " Put it on, and it won't look as bad."
Grimacing at the thing on the hanger, I wished it would sprout legs and run from here. I giggled at the image. That would be kinda creepy. The dress was black and hella short, as it rested on the hanger, I could see to slits in the sleeves, meaning that it was made to drop over my shoulders. I looked at it again, then looked to Sango, who was holding a complete abomination in her hands. What was on her hanger was considerably shorter than the one she loaned me. It had diagonal strips of red, white, black and yellow drifting across the light material. The front of the dress seemed to be missing a very large portion of clothe in the middle. It was nothing but a straight 'v' neckline, going all the way down until when it stopped and like, four er six inches of cloth below it. I gaped at it and nearly gagged as she nodded her approval of it.
Flabbergasted, I spurted out a sentence. " Please tell me your not wearing that."
She blinked at me, before smiling. " Yea, I haven't worn it yet. Tonight will be the perfect time to."
"But Sango, there's nothing to cover you up!" I argued.
She gave me a blank look before flicking her wrist and turning it around.
"Back."
She flicked her wrist again.
"Front, so It's covering my ass." she said leisurely. "And other parts of my body."
I sighed exasperatedly, and almost slapped my forehead. Oh, well if she wanted to show up half naked, who was I to try and stop her?
"Go get freshened up ." she said, gathering her curling irons and jewelry. " It's nine fifteen and I told Miroku we'd meet him at ten."
I took my shower, muttering all kinds of curses, regretting that I even agreed to this. I shaved and washed my hair, losing myself in the scent of the shampoo. I heaved a sigh as I stepped out to dry off. Shuffling out my dry and fluffy towel, I took the dress off the hanger and threw it over my head. Getting it over my head, I stuck my arms were they were supposed to be and straightened the silky thin material on my body. Frowning, I noticed the cool air of the vent hitting my back. Bringing one of my hand around my back, I felt around for any kind of fabric to it. There was none. Great, I was showing my boobs, and now, I was damn near naked in the back, meaning I couldn't wear a bra in this thing. Blushing furiously, I rushed out the bathroom to show Sango I could indeed fit, as it hugged me in all the right places. I didn't even look at my reflection as I turned to leave.
Self consciously I tugged the light material down my legs, trying to show less thigh as Sango judged the dress on me.
" It looks great on you!" she exclaimed, quickly coming in fixing a couple of pieces to lie right on my bare shoulders. She then took my hair and threw it around my shoulders, framing my face with my still wet tresses.
"Should I curl it or straighten it?" she contemplated to herself. She smiled again, as she made up her mind, pulling me into a chair. " A little body never hurt anyone." she said off handedly. She hooked up the hair dryer and completely dried my hair as I studied my refection in the vanity mirror. I adjusted my glasses on the bridge of my nose, content that It was me staring back.
I winced once I saw her pick up a rather thick curler. I'd always been paranoid of them, I don't like to get burned, and those things released so much heat that it didn't even have to be close to my scalp to burn me.
Deciding not the think about it I asked Sango, " What's the name of this club?"
" Neon Pulse." she replied, sending the curlers through my hair with diligence and a steady hand.
"Oh, sounds interesting." I said. I was actually curious about it.
She turned me so that my back was to the mirror and curled the back.
"I know right?" she said, still excited. " I can't believe we're actually getting some excitement down here, I was getting tired of traveling just to go party."
" Well, you know, a lot of this place is nothing but college students, so there just trying to keep the alcohol intake at a low here."
" I'm glad they see reason then, this club might actually make some the students here less of a pain in the ass."
I laughed at that. " Wishful thinking."
She sighed longingly, " True."
Minutes later, she sat down the curlers and ran a big tooth comb through my hair. I could feel her moving behind her and could hear her shuffling things on top of the vanity. She made a sound once she found what she looking for. She took a brush and bushed the sides of my hair back, and pinned them in place. She tapped my shoulder and told me to stand.
She smiled proudly at her work and turned me around to face the mirror again. Beautiful, lush curls trailed down my shoulders and poured down my back. She had slicked the hair on my sides back and used twinkling silver pins to hold my hair in place. My bang had been swept to the side of my face, giving the illusion of my face being slightly more mature. The back of my head was nothing but black thick curls. Although the hairstyle was completely simple, the simplicity of it outlined my face perfectly and complemented the dress.
"Your gorgeous girly!" Sango said from behind me, practically bounding with joy.
I gave a small smile and tugged again at the hem of the dress. The damn thing was riding too high above my knees. It was amazing what a skimpy dress and a new hair do could do to a girl. As I continued to study myself in the mirror, Sango had gone and taken a shower herself after cursing at the time.
There was a foreign excited feeling at the pit of my stomach, and it grew with every minute that passed. I fidgeted with the front of the dress, trying to tug it up and over my protruding chest. It was kinda odd going without a bra as it was my protection and support. I turned to look at the cut out in the back. It reminded of the cut out in the front of Sango's dress. My whole back was bare, and the triangle narrowed the closer it got to my bottom. It felt like my butt would show if I walked two steps in this outfit. I frowned and whined. I'd be lucky enough not to catch my death in this thing.
Shooting out the bathroom door, Sango sat at the vanity in nothing but her towel and began drying her hair. Without looking my direction, she threw a couple of pieces of jewelry my way, which I failed at catching.
"Put those on and those shoes." she shouted over the roar of the dryer. I latched the jewelry in my ears as I wandered over barefoot to find the shoes. Said shoes where silver stiletto's with a very tall and skinny heel. I groaned again and felt like crying.
" I've never walked in heels Sango!" I whined. I knew she couldn't hear me, but I complained anyway.
Soon, the dryer died and Sango tousled her hair. She let the towel slip around her and I was greeted with the sight of her favorite black thong. I did not see the pleasure of having a thin string riding up the crack of my ass. Quickly, she threw the zesty dress on and just like I thought it was waay shorter than mine. As she turned around, I noticed that a very large amount of her ample chest was peeking in the front, along with a lot of skin. Although it was just the side profile of it, all someone had to do was bump into her or just pull the cloth back to expose her chest. The dress fit her like a glove and it stopped just below her butt.
She ran the flat iron through her hair briskly and stepped into her heels at the same time.
I admired her dexterity as I fumbled with strap of the heel. Making sure I was strapped in, I stood slowly from the bed and took my first step in the steep heels. Holding my arms out to balance my self, I walked on shaky legs towards Sango, who was busy deciding what ear rings she should wear. She looked up suddenly, her face serious.
" Hey, Kags do you still have your contacts?" she asked suddenly.
My eyebrows knitted, " Yea why?"
"I want you to put them on," she stopped me before I could argue, " just one night and then you can go back to your beloved glasses."
I pressed my lips into a tight line and weighed the consequences. I disliked those things. My mom got them for me just in case I was sick of wearing my glasses. I never wore them, they've stayed in that solution ever since. But then again, why not? I was in a dress with no bra on and a pair of killer heels. I was way out of comfort zone, so I might as well wear them for tonight.
I walked on wobbly legs to my nightstand. I opened the drawer and pulled out the case holding the contacts. Sighing and biting my lip, I took off my glasses and laid them gently on the table, then proceeded to put in the contacts. They burned for a couple of minutes, but after a while my vision cleared. I was pleasantly surprised when I could see just as good as with my glasses.
"Alright, lets go!" Sango announced, tucking her phone in a clutch. I gulped again and nodded. My heart speed up as I followed her out the door with wobbly legs. I had become anxious and excited, and both the feelings left my head dizzy and my stomach full of butterflies. Hopefully, I wouldn't regret this decision later.
It was terrible dark inside, and the only lights where from the dance floor and the dim blinking spotlights. We got in with no problem at all which shocked the hell outta me. As I was told by Sango, there were actually stripper poles with very buxom and scantily clad women grinding on them, and a fully stocked bar. I was only nineteen and the bouncer didn't even blink at me when I entered, or ask for my I.D. Apparently there were flaws in the system.
Much to Sango's delight, the club was packed with partygoers, most of them from the college. The music drummed loudly in my ears and I could feel the bass vibrate from the floor. It smelt like expensive perfume, cigarette smoke, alcohol and sweat. I exhaled in a whoosh, expelling most of the vile air from my lungs, only for it to be replaced with more. People jostled for positions on the dance floor, and others bunched around the bar. As quick as I could, I latched onto Sango's arm as we descended into the frenzy. Somebody shoved me, then another pushed me and I almost tripped if it weren't for the hold I had on Sango. I mumbled my apologies-as if they could hear me- as we navigated through the crowd, and nearly squealed when I felt someone's hand brush my backside.
And then another.
And another.
I was beginning to become more and more irritated by this insane place and it's perverted people. No wonder I never go out clubbing. With every step in these heels, I could feel my feet crying out for relief, and I was damn near leaning completely on Sango before we made it to the table. As my bottom sunk slowly into the lush couch, I sighed in relief once all the weight was taken from my aching feet.
Miroku, too dumbfounded in with Sango's outfit, was way too busy trying to sneak a hand up her dress and caress her bottom. I groaned once I could hear an audible slap from over the music and turned my sights toward the floor. The club seemed to get more packed with every passing second and as the DJ spun the next song. I sighed again and pulled at the dress that was riding higher up my thighs. ' what the hell was I thinking?'
The place was too crowed, too loud and too thick with pheromones. There were so many people on the dance floor, that It reminded of a herd of zebras. I didn't know what body part belonged to who! Shaking my head, I messaged my temple.
"Hey!" Sango yelled from across the table, " We're going to get drinks!"
'oh, here we go.' I droned in my head. " I'm fine right here!" I shout back in reply.
She nods, and yanks Miroku from his seat, ready for a couple of drinks.
Left alone and vulnerable, I scooted farther into my seat, doing my best to hide myself from hungry gazes. I didn't know what to do, so I went through a list of things I would gladly finish if I made it out alive tonight. Like, cleaning, reading, homework…..
Oh, the list could go on forever.
About halfway through my thoughts, another song played from the speakers, and it surprised me at how upbeat and catchy it was.
'Heaven, please sing for me a song of life
Heaven, take me into your skies
There's no place here for me to hide my cries
Night and day, I'm missing you (ooh)
I know I'm here for the magic
All your stars guiding me through and through
(Oh) why, this loneliness feel like... forever and ever
I gotta be, I gotta be, in your arms, baby'
I found myself lightly tapping the table in rhythm with the beat and watched the crowd curiously, just to see how they reacted to the song.
'You're so close, so close
And it's you that I believe in, I believe in
So close, but faraway, so far I can't touch
I'll hold on
'Cuz it's you I love so dearly
When the rain, the storm, and all is done
Caress me with your sweet lullaby…'
To my amusement, they were jumping around like some silly girls at an annual sleepover. Hands waving in the air, girls twirling themselves around, laughing, singing, actually enjoying themselves. I smiled, but then frowned. A part of me wanted to go out there, grab some random persons hand in spin around in a crazy circles. But, as I cowered deeper into the corner, that was a very, very small portion of my gregarious personality that I would probably never back up.
The song ended to my dismay and It was followed by a small intermission. I bit at my nail's and cursed. When the hell was Sango coming back from the bar?
Almost as if on cue, I heard loud shrieks and encouraging whoops and holler's coming from behind me. Slowly, I turned my attention towards the noise and balked at the sight of my best friend laying with her back on top of the bar table and letting Miroku lick something out of her…..was that her bellybutton?!
I was too shocked for words. To my misfortune, that image would go into the back of my mind and be stored under things I can't un-see.
I didn't think I could last much longer here.
" Hey, you're the nerd from school aren't you?" A very familiar rough voice said from my side.
I look up and instantly glowered. 'Koga!'
He smiled ruthlessly, and his eyes roved down my hidden form. He laughed and elbowed one of his friends in the ribs. " She cleans up nice, ne?"
" Yeah," he agreed, staring right at my chest, licking his lips. "She looks delicious."
I blushed and cringed, bringing my arms across my chest. Don't let them get to you! "W-what what do you want?"
Koga's smirk widened and he casually slid in the my booth, slipping his arm around my shoulders.
" I just want to talk is all." he said.
I tried to shrug his shoulder off of me. "I'd rather not." I muttered, the feeling of dread began to build in my stomach.
Nevertheless he gripped my shoulder tightly and pulled me closer to him. My eyes widened and I stayed rigid in his arms as he chuckled again. He leaned down and I just barely felt his lips against the shell of my ear. "What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?"
My head jerked away instinctively and I glared at him. " That's none of your business."
He smirked mischievously and let his fingers slide over the skin of my shoulder, making that dread sink deeper within me.
" You know, we could always leave," once again his blue eyes glinted in the dim light and scoured over me, " and go somewhere more quiet."
I already knew what he was up to and I wanted no part of it. Glancing away uninterested I murmured, " No thanks."
Obviously ignoring my answer, he slid from the booth after catching one of may hands and tried to pull me out after him. " Don't ruin it for me." he growled and yanked my hand again.
Panic started to swell in my gut as I tried to yank my hand away. " I said no Koga!"
He snarled and I could feel his nails bite into the back of my hand. " Your making this a lot harder than it needs to be."
His friend that had been standing behind him snickered snidely. "What are ya so scared for girl? We just want to play."
"Let go of me!" I shouted angrily and swatted at his hand. He snarled again, flashing his sharp canines before he opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off by someone else.
" Let her go Koga."
Both their heads snapped towards the sound of his voice and I watched Koga's face falter as he cursed under his breath. " This has nothing to do with you."
" It's obvious the girl wants nothing to do with you and yet you continue to harass her."
The unidentified person stepped into my peripheral vision and I gasped in shock and embarrassment.
Sesshomaru!
He melted from the shadows and came to stand by my booth.
Koga's grip slackened and I swiftly pulled my hand out of it and pressed my back to the cool wall. He glared down at me, before leering at Sesshomaru. They stared down each other for a couple of tense moments before koga finally backed down, setting his jaw, and flexing his fingers. Slowly, he retreated from the table but not after glaring me down, and smirking sinsterly.
Sesshomaru watched him as he merged with the crowd on the dance floor and disappeared.
I sighed heavily and sagged into the seat. I bit the inside of my lip and glanced at him. Of course I needed to thank him for saving me, but I was still held a slight grudge against him. Peeking up from under my lashes, I saw that he stood with his back to me. That gave me enough courage to speak, considering I didn't have to deal with the full brunt of his eyes.
"Thank you." I mumbled, not sure if he heard me over the roar of the crowd.
His head turned slowly and I could see the profile of his face. "Do I need to ask?"
My brows knitted, and I pondered his question. " Ask what?"
His frown deepened. " Why are you here?"
"I was dragged here." I replied hastily, " How about you?"
" Publicity, among other things." He responded.
"Oh."
We sat in silence as I unconsciously rubbed at the indents koga's claws left in my hand. I had just noticed the song had changed once more. A sensually slow song thrummed throughout the club, the singer's voice hypnotizing and smooth.
'I just want to take you there
He don't got to go nowhere'
"You have no date with you?" he asked suddenly, turning around to look at me.
"Well," I hesitated. I don't know any boys that well and I would probably be more of a nervous wreck. " I was kinda the third wheel."
I kept my eyes on the table and my hands fisted in my lap and hoped he would just go away. I was so intent on watching the table, that I jumped when he spoke again.
"Come here." he demanded calmly.
'Does he touch you here like this
Let me take the friction from your lips'
My eyes widened. "What?"
"Either stay here and continue getting harassed, or come with me." he stated indifferently.
I balked at his controlling personality and cursed my heart for beating so damn fast.
He unfurled his hand and offered it to me. My mouth went dry and I was sure my cheeks were blazing. As he waited patiently for me to respond, crazy thoughts whizzed around in my head, before I stomped them all down, and cautiously placed my own in his. His burning gaze made my breathe hitch and my heart feel like it had dropped from its place.
'And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon' stop us'
It was quite the surprise to know his hands warm, instead of like his cold personality. But I should have already knew that because they were on my bare skin not even a day ago! Slowly, he pulled me from my booth and led me towards the dreaded dance floor, where it seemed that there was a lot of, um, sensual dancing going on. He pulled me right into the center of gyrating couples and I had no choice but to stand close to him. But now I could just make out his outfit.
He was wearing a silky white shirt, with the first four buttons undone, showing off his slim collarbone and hints of his chest. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and the regal marks on his wrist stood out from his pale skin. His legs were encased in a black pair of pants that were probably more expensive than what I could ever hope to afford.
He was a walking Angel of Arrogance to me, but my God, this man was gorgeous.
'And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain'
I was so nervous, and I could hardly hear the music over the sound of my own heart.
He leaned down close to my ear, and I could feel the blush race down my neck as I felt his hot breath wash over my ear.
"Tell me Miko, can you dance?" he asked out of curiosity. I felt his hand settle around my lower back as the other still had my hand.
'He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want'
"No, I'm terrible at it really." I replied softly. I could hardly walk in these heels! How did he expect me to dance in them?! Why was I doing this with him, of all people?! Why did he always want to single me out? I didn't want him holding me so close, speaking to me like that, and appearing out of thin air to bail me out of trouble… just to criticize me.
And yet…
I felt him smirk against my ear. " Then let me show you."
'I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need'
My knees wobbled and his hand pulled me closer to his muscular frame. Childishly, , I buried my face in the soft cloth of his shirt, trying to pay no attention to the pulse hammering away at the base of my neck.
I squeezed my eyes shut once I felt his other hand let go of mine and place itself lightly on my hip. The thin fabric of this dress didn't detour any of the heat seeping from his hands into my skin. I was acting on instinct now, raising my own hands to clutch at his sides. Where did my dignity go when it came to him?
With my ear pressed against him, I could hear him chuckle, and it only made me blush harder.
"Relax," he said smoothly, rearranging my arms so that they looped around his neck, "just feel the music."
I was really hot now and my mind felt light and fuzzy. His hands slid from my sides down to my hips were they swayed them in time with the music.
Timidly, I repeated his actions, moving my hips with the rhythm, shamelessly enjoying the slight pressure of his hands on my hips. Slowly the Taisho's hands wound around me again, pulling me flush against him. I gasped audibly just at the feel of his hard body touching mine. It was a new sensation that I reveled in and made me tingle from head to toe. Somewhere in my mind- a part that still functioned right- reason sounded, calling out to me, waving the red flag swiftly through the air and telling me to 'retreat!' Return to the sanctity of your library! Your dorm! Don't indulge in such pleasures with the devil!
But I was too damn sensitive, especially when it came to him. I knew it was wrong, I knew he'd get carried away, but is seemed my body craved his touches, his voice, his presence and that scared the ever loving shit out of me. I craved a man that could've had his way with me not one, but two times.
'I got everything you want from me
I do everything he does times three'
One of his hands glided from my hip to the exposed skin of my back. The sensation left me gasping in his shirt, inhaling his scent and almost drowning in it. I was completely enthralled in him at this point and time. His hand lingered at the back of my neck only to drop teasingly down the line of my spine, the light strokes of his fingers only adding kindling to the mounting fire burning within me. Increasing the hold I had around his neck, I held on for my life and did my best to stay sane. What was happening now would be nothing but a far away unattainable dream -nightmare- once I woke from it. And it was probably for the best.
'And he don't gotta know
I got you on the floor, doing things you never thought you'd do'
At first, she was nothing but a petrified rock in his embrace, but now, she was as fluid as rushing water and easily keeping in time with the song. Sesshomaru studied the flustered woman in his arms and the chances of seeing her here-of all places- in such an enticing outfit. Clearly she was still the shy and easily fretful girl from school, he could just smell the anxiety rolling from her. Idly, his hands came to rest on her hips again, and he was pleasantly shocked at the figure she had hid under her baggy clothes. This would undoubtedly be the only time he'd see her in something this feminine, so he would take his sweet time touching her as much as possible.
Sesshomaru was only here to reign in publicity for this club. He had just gotten off from his part time job when had gotten the call from his father. Of course if the intelligent and distinguished son of the prestigious Taisho family was said to be going to the Neon Pulse, then just about everyone else would flock there too. Like moths to a flame, the place filled in no time. Sesshomaru sat in the VIP area, unperturbed by the hordes of groupies that tried their best to get past security. He sat stretched out in the lavishly black couch and watched the demons and humans completely humiliate their selves. This place was becoming more of a waste of space by the moment. Just awhile ago, he'd noticed a couple of asinine humans taking body shots off some highly intoxicated woman. Having had enough of it, Sesshomaru gathered himself to leave. He'd completed this nonsensical task and was heading for the door but stopped once he senses shifted through the many in the club and caught one very familiar. He stopped in his tracks, hand almost on the doorknob. He turned, his eyes swept the dance floor and the bar.
Sesshomaru casually stalked towards the booths, where the frightened scent grew. He knew who it belong to, but then again, she didn't have a personality that fit a place like this. So he was surprised to see his new toy trying to hold her on against Koga. Kagome was struggling to stay in the booth, while Koga tried to pull her out of it. His eyes narrowed and growled inwardly.
He didn't like the egotistical idiot of a wolf handling his things like that, whether he knew it or not. Soon, after the matter was addressed, he found himself acting on impulse, pulling her slightly hesitating form towards flooded dance floor, where they were now. He enjoyed the sounds she would make every time his hands would find a tender spot of flesh and appreciated the way her tiny form fit snuggly into his.
'Baby leave them high heel shoes
'Cause I'm loving the way you looking down at me, I'm looking up at you
And I don't give a damn shorty watch me knock your boots off'
Slyly, his hands came behind his neck to unlatch her arms.
"Turn around." He purred against her ear.
He felt her jump and shiver at the sound his voice, and watched her eye him warily. Before she could speak, he twirled her and quickly pressed her against him, wrapping his arms around her small waist and perching his chin on her shoulder.
She tensed suddenly and let out an small "Eek," trying to escape his grip.
" D-Don't-"
"Do you really mean that?" he murmured against her neck, teasing her with his lips. He felt her twitch and he smirked inwardly. The way she refused him only made him pursue her that much more. It was useless seeing as he'd always win in the end. This being no different. Slowly, he trailed his hands over the smooth skin of her wrist, taking them above her head and behind his neck once more.
' And I'mma love you girl, the way you need
Ain't no one gon' stop us, ain't no one gon'stop us'
"I.."
"Don't fight it, just let it happen."
"I'm not used to this…"
"I know."
He could see her pulse thrumming form her neck, as she sighed heavily and cautiously relaxed into him, loosely settling her arms around his neck. He allowed a victorious smirk to ease onto his lips as his hands gripped her hips gently and brought her closer to him.
'And I'mma give you girl, what you feel
I'm the drug in your veins, just fight through the pain'
He guided her in time with him, strands of her hair tickled his nose as he nuzzled into Kagome's neck, committing her scent to memory. Her head arched to the side, unwillingly submitting to him, resting against his chest. Her eyes fluttered closed and her plump ruddy lips slightly parted. His eyes roved from her lips to her cleavage that rose and fell in time with her heartbeat.
Such a mesmerizing pose he mused, reigning in the urge to kiss and lick a trail from her pulse to her chest. Instead, he exuded his hot breath over her sensitive skin causing her to gasp and unintentionally grounded her hips into him, which at the moment he hadn't believed it something that the shy Miko would ever do.
He was learning that the girl was full of pleasant surprises.
He hissed as his eyelids drooped and an unfathomable heat clouded his forethought. A tremor of heat jetted straight to his groin, and he instinctively grounded himself into her.
He fought to control the impulse to conquer, an impulse that ran deep into his soul. He'd taken pleasure in great powers during his long life- and one of those powers being sexual magnetism. But with this woman he sensed that patience was a bit more important than conquest.
But every time her ass would grind into his crotch, creating that lovely friction against his hardening member, he would lose his tight grip on his control, something he prided himself of obtaining diligently.
Unflinchingly and without much thought, his hands splayed against the thin fabric of the dress and he drug them down, further still until fingers brushed along the supple flesh of her thighs, diving under the smooth material of the dress. His hair curtains over her shoulder as he clutches at the hem of her dress, pulling her taunt against him, so she could feel for herself what exactly she was doing to him.
If the little minx wanted to tease him, why not return the favor?
'He's what you want, he's what you want
He's what you want, he's what you want'
"Oh my God!" she gasped, the grip she had on him tightened as she threw her head back, the obvious pleasure on her face made him growl possessively into her neck. She swiveled her hips harder on him as one of his hands eagerly found its way between her thighs. He nibbled her neck as his strayed hand squeezed teasingly at her naked thigh. She tasted of honey and salt, the contrasting flavors made him curious as to what the rest of her would taste like. Her whimpers made him rub himself harder into her backside- a bit rougher then need be. But it was all he could do to not banish everyone from the club, to not force her to the floor, to not rip that scandalous dress her and take her right then and there.
With things getting more heated by the moment, Sesshomaru knew he needed to stop before he did something he would regret in the long run. She was his toy, and if he took her now, while she willing, hot and bothered, then she wouldn't be as entertaining as she should be. She would be just another rut.
Rebuilding his resolve, he stills himself and retrieved his hands from under her dress. Sesshomaru removed his face from the crook of her neck, but not before leaving a kiss against her raging pulse. Gently he took her hands from around him, and stepped back, noticing the twitching bulge in the crotch of his black pants.
'I'm what you need, what you need, what you need
I'm what you need, what you need, what you need'
She turned slightly and Sesshomaru drunk in her dazed and lush expression. Smirking, he leaned in and whispered low and roughly into her ear. "Until next time, Kagome." he let her name slide off his tongue like a caress, relishing the way it sounded. More enjoyable was the shiver that ran through her slight frame.
Her lips parted and closed as if trying to speak, and he was tempted to claim them. I'll save that for another day he thought as he chuckled lightly and turned to leave, although it took much willpower to leave her on the dance floor, aching and unconditionally wanting him. Tonight had gone better than expected. But once college came back into session Monday, the real show would be begin.
I really couldn't describe how I felt as I watched him disappear into the crowd. He left me here, burning hot and with an familiar ache throbbing between my thighs. I was at a lost of words when it came to what just transpired. I couldn't even come to terms of my actions, it was like I was on autopilot or I was just some passerby in someone else's head. Although he's already left me on the dance floor, amongst a crowd of people whom I'd forgotten existed, I could still feel his hand against my flesh, like a burn that would never properly heal. Slowly, I straightened my dress, pulling it over my thighs once again as I shuffled from the dance floor and back to my seat. It had taken me just now to notice my feet were killing me. Restlessly, I quickly unlatched my borrowed heels and threw them into the seat. I was just now coming down from that high I was on, and the more I thought back on it, the more humiliated I felt. I mean, what the hell was I thinking?!
Nothing at all a voice snorted in the back of my mind.
Crossing my legs tightly, trying to ease some of the pressure building there, I hoped and prayed that Sango or Miroku weren't too drunk to drive. I was ready to go. I could still feel his tongue on me neck, and his hot hands on my burning skin, brushing my thighs.
Stop it! I demanded savagely. I willed myself to forget this ever happened, but it relentlessly played on loop in my mind, and when I closed my eyes, it was all I could see.
My head tapped the cool table top lightly. And this is how I was sat the rest of the time I was here, up until Sango and Miroku finally appeared-a bit ruffled and tipsy- forty five minutes later. I didn't even care about their excuses or apologies, I just wanted to go, get out of this dress, take a shower -I felt filthy- sleep the rest of the day away and wished the next day that this would be a bad dream. And prayed to God that I wouldn't see him for the rest of my college life.
Heh, that's unlikely.
A/N: Whooooo! Longest. Chapter. Ever! So, what do you think? Reviews are welcome and thank you for reading. ^^
P.S.: If you could, tell what's your favorite parts of this chapter and the last so I know what to put more of in the next one!