The People You Love.
Hana Hikaru
Chapter four: Aphrodisiacs Make for a Fantastic Lunch.
Kagome excitedly fell into the elevator, hungry and triumphant. Normally she had to wait a while for the elevator to show. 18 floors up, is a long way for an elevator to run. But just her luck, it stopped right when she hit the button. Smiling, she swayed to the closed doors, knowing she would slip in just as it , she didn't get the chance to sidestep him as she ran face first into Sesshoumaru, just coming out to greet her.
He was warm. She noted, absentmindedly sinking into him for the split second before she grasped his bicep to steady herself and step away.
He was firm. She also noted, appreciating the firm muscle toned arms she grasped to steady her and the softened but sturdy chest she collided into. She liked firm bodies. Soft bodies weren't bad at all, but the firmness of a well toned man showed confidence, masculinity, security, endurance, the list goes on. Great for sex, she reminded herself.
She half heard him asking if she was alright, and remembered she had been clinging onto him for longer than she wanted to. She repealed back and stared at him embarrassed. It really wasn't fair. She had just come out of her office dreaming about the very god that stood in front of her. The universe was torturing her.
All she could think of was everything that stood in front of her. Except naked. And panting harsh husky words in her ear, while gripping her steadily...
Kagome ate her silent dreams and wished them a painful death in her stomach acid.
He smells good too.
Kagome shook her head, stepping aside from him and into the elevator. The juncture of her thighs was moist with desire. Too many dreams... she scolded herself.
"Hey, I didn't expect to see you." she smiled tiredly at him.
"Well, I came up to ask you if you had eaten yet." he responded cheerfully, looking down at the keypad and deciding on the parking level.
"Oh. I actually was going down because I haven't" she wiggled around, trying to relieve pressure from the ache she was feeling in her core.
"Haven't?"
"Eaten."
"Ah, well..." he paused, a lack of confidence building slightly in him.
"Well?" she countered, looking steadily at him.
"Well, would you like to dine with me? I'm quite hungry." his smile widened at the ability to overpower his insecurities so easy. He never quite understood why, but just thinking about asking her to something even so small as a lunch date always bore this incredible nervousness inside his heart. The paranoia of rejection tore through him like a dog would a biscuit.
The thing was, Kagome always said yes.
"Sure, I'd love that."
Kagome then smiled something ethereal.
Sesshoumaru was head over heels, and he didn't care that he was conscious of it.
They stepped out of the elevator in a casual mood, enjoying the feeling of the warm sunshine peeking through the glass walls of the Taisho community. Kagome giggled, Taisho community indeed... Taisho Corp. is one of the most predominantly successful businesses as of late. It was such a large corporation, and growing still. For the matter of practicality, higher-ups like her and Sesshoumaru had to equal things out sometimes simply because of the volume of workers, clients, and associates – restaurants, showering facilities, etc. It even had its own weekly tribune. To Kagome, there were two distinct communities. Taisho Corp., and then everyone else.
Kagome lost her amusing thought as the full blast of warmth hit her. She smiled and slid her blazer off her shoulders, drinking in the nutritiously detrimental rays.
At least they're warm, if not bad for your skin.
A hand placed itself in the center of her back and she looked up at Sesshoumaru, who smiled and ushered her into the crosswalk. Kagome awkwardly stepped onto the pavement and made her way lazily to the other side, noticing his hand slightly slip another notch towards the hemline of her breezy skirt. Its just the movement she reminded herself, not thinking for a minute, the stoic emotionless man beside her thought of her any differently.
On the other hand, Sesshoumaru was itching to grasp one side of the petite ass a hairs breadth away from the span of his fingers and shove her against a wall, molding her flesh to his. In less than a second, four thousand different naked scenes of him and Kagome flashed through his brain. The torture was killing him. Her back was so firm. Lucky for him, he noted, she decided to wear an unbelievably thin blouse with an airy fabric for a skirt. He enveloped her in his aura, feeling every inch of her, tallying her good and better points.
Then he stopped. I'm starting to turn creepy. Sesshoumaru berated himself. I really want to fuck her, carry her over my shoulder to the nearest office and rip her clothing right off of her perfect body... he tried calming the growing beast inside of him. I don't want to push her. I want to love her, not ask for a one night stand...plus, I don't even know if she has the heart for me.
The inner torment on his brain was insane. He sounded like a high school preppy fag who doesn't know how to prioritize. Lunch first. Then I can seduce her. Priorities were great.
Kagome on the other hand was looking up curiously at her long time friend and executive partner. After a sudden stop in pace, and a slight shudder emanating from his body, the fingers on her waist dipped lower to the small of her back before letting go of her, and clenching at his side.
She wondered if maybe he caught a fever, or heat stroke, but then she peered into his eyes.
Those amazing eyes.
They were looking at her with an intensity she had only seen once before. It was the same gaze he gave her in their hotel room while they were on a business trip to china. The gaze that bore right through her soul, and laid out all of his emotions right on the table. She saw tremendous desire and unfathomable passion. The only question she asked herself, was why? Sesshoumaru had always remained the same stoic, unflinching, demon. Although nowadays she was finding him to become more playful and jubilant...
and then in another millisecond, he was back to normal.
The fires of waging war erupted into one last molten explosion as his eyes expunged the heat outward. She saw it then. His concentration was back. The gloss that had filmed over the golden orbs dissipated in a breaths time, leaving the calculating amused stare in its place. It took her a minute to realize he had started to ask her a question.
"What would you like to eat, now that we are on the relaxing side of the sidewalk?"
Kagome smiled at him skeptically. Was I just daydreaming again? And then she shook her head, covering her question with a thoughtful laugh as she pretended to think about her answer.
"The relaxing side? Oh come on, you can't be that hard on yourself..." she glanced back at Taisho tower, admitting that it definitely was a little intimidating.
Kagome turned in a direction keeping her head facing him while she moved forward allowing her to complete her jest with just enough tease that made him laugh.
"So sais the girl who re-does every report that passes through her inbox." his smile was addicting.
"Hey, no trespassing on my insecurities. I like them done a certain way." Kagome's pout turned into a bubbly laugh as she opened a jingling door to a cafe. Sesshoumaru realized he didn't even know where he was. He had been solely concentrated on her beautiful body.
And also slowly taking her clothes off her mentally.
What could he say? She was absolutely mesmerizing. The tangy scent of ginger assaulted his nose and before he could even blink, he was smiling like he just won the lottery. She brought him to a sushi joint. And to the place where she would soon surmise her impending future of intimacy.
It was the ginger that actually made Sesshoumaru have renewed vigor in his overall goal. Sure, seafood is a mythed out product supposedly containing a natural aphrodisiac. But the thing is, only some seafood. And usually, the visual is what makes the aphrodisiac actually take effect. Food that is symbolic of, or resembles genetalia, is the kicker. Hence the "sexy oysters" people order when they want to have a ridiculously long night. Oysters resemble the female. Very clearly.
But Sesshoumaru didn't like oysters. Although they looked similar, the oysters were slimy, and not tasty. So the comparison to the lovely apex of a female body was slightly off kilter in his personal opinion.
The ginger, however, is one of the oldest in the book. Gingers spicy aromatic scent leaves arousal in its wake. Its shape resembles phallic sturdiness, regardless of how many bulbs are on the root. A large, tan colored protruding object usually has that effect on people. Then there was the heat of the aftertaste. Reminiscent of the throws of wonderful sex.
Kagome, sidling up to the bar, and hoisting her round, beautiful ass up on the chair while her creamy legs curled round each other elegantly, was definitely going to get what she asked for. Kagome did like the oysters, though he didn't. Sesshoumaru, smiling, decided to indulge the myth just this once.
"Seafood today, Kagome? You should try the oysters. I hear they are particularly good. And a round of candied ginger to start us off, no?" Oh Kagome, you're gonna be mine.
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