I fumble with my most recent cup of coffee. I love working for some independent little shop, as my manager didn't care how much coffee I drank. I shifted from foot to foot, jiggling the keys in my hands. Closing sucked. But, on the bright side, it also meant that I could get one last cup before I ran to catch my train.
Well, on a normal day.
The blaring of a car horn behind me caused me to jump. Once I have a firm hold on my coffee cup without burning myself, I turn my head to glare at the jerk that was honking. Your smirk annoyed me. I turn my head, prepared to ignore your existence. I have a train to catch – there was no way you were going to stop me from going home and getting some sleep.
"Girl. Come here." You get out of your car, and stalk up to me. Damn your long legs. Damn my short ones.
Your fingers dug into my shoulder, and I couldn't help but stop. It was stop or get bruises, and I didn't want to be marked by you.
"Get in the car, Kagome" Your voice sends shivers down my spine. I hope you didn't notice.
"Don't make me repeat myself, girl" When did your mouth get that close to my ear? I fight the urge to yank myself away as you close the space between us. When you are so close that I can feel the heat radiating from your skin, I shift away, looking at my feet as I climb into the passenger seat. Damn you.
I cross my arms petulantly, bracing my foot on the dash. I hope I left a smear of mud on it. It would serve you right.
What I didn't expect was for you to reach across me to get my seat belt. My skin prickles beneath my clothes where your arm brushed against me. I bet you did that on purpose. The engine hums lightly as you start the car, and before I have a chance to brace myself, you're speeding across the way. My fingers curl around the handle above my head, tightening after every turn that you make.
I'm going to die. I haven't even done anything with my life yet.
Before long, we skid to a stop in front of the steps that lead to my home.
Oh. Shit.
"Look. There is no way in hell my mom is going to let you inside. You should just go home." I reach for the door handle, ready to make a hasty retreat. I yank on it, surprised when the door didn't budge. I fumble for a moment, looking for the switch. Before I find it, your hand covers mine.
"Look, Kagome. I am not going home. You can go on. I will be in in a minute. Where is your room?" I turn my head, deciding to ignore you. I feel the tip of your nose pressed against the curve of my neck. You breathe in. You exhale. I shiver, despite myself.
"Either you cooperate, or I will make your life a living hell" I swallow, keeping my eyes focused on a tree outside the window. You aren't already making my life hell? To think, you weren't even trying.
"My room is in the back, upstairs, to the left of the staircase." I roll my eyes as you reach past me and push the door open. I unbuckle myself, shoving your arm out of the way as I get out.
I take a big swig of my coffee, licking my lips afterwards to rid them of the foam.
Five minutes later, I'm at the door, reaching for my keys. Before I can find them, Souta is opening the door, grinning at me.
"You're here early, Kagome!" Shit. He motioned to the closet, telling me to put my shoes and jacket away.
"Yeah, you know. Boss sent me home 'cause we were slow." I focus on sounding tired and trying not to be suspicious. Shit. I completely forgot I don't normally get home until eleven.
"Shouldn't you be hitting the sack, mister?" I ask playfully, tickling him as I walk passed.
I walk into the kitchen, grabbing my plate from the microwave – after kissing my mother, of course.
I scarf down my food, legitimately hungry, but also worried about Sesshomaru. Was he going through my stuff? I put the plate in the sink, kissed my mother good-night, and scurried upstairs.
I hesitated before opening the door. I turned to close it behind me, and rested my forehead against the cool wood.
After you cleared your throat, I turn to look at you lounging in my bed. I click the lock shut, walking angrily over to you.
"I hate you" I sit at my desk, booting up my computer. After a few minutes, the screen is at the password page. I arch my body into an awkward position, trying to hide it from you. Knowing my luck, you'd find a way onto it and dig up some long forgotten dirt.
"Look, as long as we focus on the social hierarchy in the Yanomami culture, we can keep this short and sweet. We can cover other things like religion and their economy in about five minutes. I figure that if we divide it down the middle, this little meeting won't have to last long" I pull up a page, organizing a chart to show what you would have to cover, and what I would have to cover. I spend about five minutes dividing it down the middle, and print off the document. After handing it to you, I wait, patiently, my eyes intent on yours.
"Well?" I cross my arms, attempting to put my foot down. That all goes out the window when I instead propel myself in a circle, spinning wildly in the chair. Fuck.
"What do you mean, well? We have accomplished nothing." You flick a lock of hair over your shoulder, and I roll my eyes.
"Go home" I move out of my chair, deciding that I would ignore you. I move to my closet, grabbing the next day's clothes. A few seconds later, I'm rummaging through my drawers, looking for my pajama bottoms and a tank top. Fuck you. I'm getting out of my work clothes.
I'm just about to head across the hall to the bathroom for a shower before you catch my arm and send me sprawling onto your lap. The blush is instantaneous. The memories flood back, the ones of you and Kagura, your tongue down her throat. Other things, down her throat. I struggle to sit up and get off of you, but instead your hands tighten around my arms, and you pull me closer.
Before I know what's going on, I'm straddling you, the clothes that were in my hands on the floor. Your nose is once again against my neck. I take a shaky breath, trying not to move.
"Sesshomaru, what are you doing?" I gasp when your tongue finds its way along the ridge of my ear.
"What's wrong, Ka-go-me?" Your fingers are digging into my side. I feel fingers at my waist. I feel the button on my pants come undone. The zipper slides down the short row of teeth. I'm trembling, and so very turned-on.
I close my eyes, not wanting you to know how very badly I ache. How my entire body throbs along with my heartbeat, and how I want nothing more than for your fingers to wander inside the pants you just undid.
"You make my life very hard, you know that, girl?" I feel you shift, my teeth closing around my lips to keep me silent. I suppose I don't just make your life hard.
"Answer me when I talk to you" Your fingers are moving again, only this time they're around my neck. You squeeze, and it's a good thing. I would have moaned if I could force a sound out.
Your hold goes lax, and your fingers skim down the front of my shirt. Your narrowly miss my nipples, and I barely hold in a whine. Then your hands close around my hips. They go up and up and up, bringing first my shirt, and then my bra, with them.
You can see.
Dear God, you can see.
You exhale, and I can feel it in the tingling in my chest. Goosebumps.
"How often do you stare at me, Kagome?" Your breath skims across my heated skin. I tremble desperately. Stop looking at me.
"Do you still see me with Kagura, Kagome?" You shift your weight, and then mine. I feel the cool air against my thighs.
"Did you like the show, Kagome?" I'm shaking by this point, the only thing hiding me being my underwear. With all of my clothes pushed out of place, I feel more exposed than I would if I was naked.
"Are you wet for me, Kagome?" Your fingers push my underwear to the side. I arch against the one currently pressed between my lips. Oh, God.
You can feel it.
No, don't touch there. You can't know.
"Ride it, Kagome." I feel your finger delve into me, and I can't help but rock against it.
Oh.
God.
"Does that feel good, Kagome?" I hear a ripping noise. You ripped my underwear. I shudder as I buck against your fingers. I feel like your little whore.
No, don't look.
"Do you know what you do to me?" Your hand takes mine, and I feel the heat of your skin through your pants. You urge me to undo your pants. Not a minute later, your phallus is staring at me. My mouth runs dry.
"Are you a virgin, Kagome?" I tremble, nodding without looking at you. Then I'm moving again.
My back is against the mattress. I'm staring at the ceiling. This is how I'm going to lose my virginity?
You take my thighs in your hands. They're splayed out wide. There is no way I can hide how much I want you. How much I want this.
I jump when I feel your breath against the slickness between my legs. What are you doing?
Your hand reaches up and covers my mouth. A good thing, because I wasn't prepared for the suction on my most private parts.
God. God, help me.
In mere moments, I'm trembling and struggling for breath beyond your hand. My legs cramp. My toes curl.
I close my eyes and try to catch my breath. I didn't even notice you stood.
"Open your eyes, Kagome."
I weakly force them apart, looking up at you with your hand fisted around your length. Your eyes dare me to look away. I cannot force myself to.
It is a long time before you reach completion. You do it silently, much as you did with Kagura. There is only a single, faint shudder as you find your end, spilling your seed on my chilled skin, burning me.
But, your eyes.
They're the sun.