Sesshomaru held his breath as the rim of the glass touched her full lips, applying slight pressure as the mixture started its descent to her mouth.

'It is not too late; I could pretend to knock the glass away by accident.'

Yet the demon didn't move, watching intently as she took her first sip, her delicate nose wrinkling as she swallowed.

"You do not care for the wine?" He asked casually, wondering whether disguising the mixture thus was a good idea.

Sesshomaru's smooth voice startled the cringing girl, almost making her spill the wine as she cursed her tactlessness. Kagome smiled, forcing herself to drink the rest in a few swift gulps, the speed with which the drink vanished being rather impressive.

'Just like tearing of a plaster. Better done quickly.'

"It's great!" she managed between shudders of disgust "Just a bit unusual."

Refusing the offer of another glass as politely as she could, Kagome set the now empty glass aside, leaning back against her chair as she scanned the room for the clock.

"Didn't you say seven thirty to everyone? I mean I know that there is fashionably late, but this is just.."

"They aren't coming."

She blinked, her mouth forming a rather elegant o as realisation dawned on her.

"So it's just us?"

Not bothering to reply, Sesshomaru stood, moving towards her in a painfully languid manner, the predatory look in his eyes making a shiver run down her spine, his intense scrutiny welcome. Pushing her chair away slightly, Kagome too stood, stumbling slightly. Blinking rapidly, she frowned; wondering when was it that she managed to get so affected by the wine. Her body limp, knees buckling, she felt strong and very masculine arms wind around her waist. Kagome took a deep breath, savouring his scent as her hands snaked their way up to rest on his sculpted chest, Sesshomaru's deep baritone distant as the girl closed her eyes and let sleep overtake her.

Something tells me that she isn't going to be all that happy when she wakes up.

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