Sesshomaru watched the girl fidgeting nervously in front of him as she tried to figure out how she was going to go about his request. She was determined, he would give her that. Despite her obvious lack of experience which was easily visible in both her widened eyes as they traveled over his body and in the dainty pink blush spreading quickly across her cheeks and down her neck; she still continued scanning over him tying to figure out how to unlock his armor so that she could actually reach her task. Sure, he could have told her the trick to it. Hell, he could have removed it himself. But he was having fun watching the little virgin girl squirm, and he hadn't done anything truly 'fun' in a very, very long time (because kicking the annoying toad that wouldn't stop following him around, though somewhat amusing, was hardly his idea of fun).
But this girl, the way her blush lit up her while face, the way her hands twitched in nervousness before her, and the way every time she made any slight shift of her petite form he would be hit with a new wave of her burning desire; oh, she was most definitely fun. And he planned on drawing out his fun a long as possible. He was a demon of renowned control after all, and he was just itching to see if the little miko would manage to find the way to make his control slip, if even for a second. There were ways, of course, that it could happen; and though he had yet to allow himself to feel any anticipation for an act that may ensue should she be able to accomplish such a thing, silently he was hoping that she could. After all, it had been a very long time since he had had…how did she put it? Ah, yes, a 'good fuck'; and, male that he was, he just couldn't avoid the sweet temptation of such a thing.
Still, that didn't mean that he was going to provide any help for the miko's current situation. He was, after all, the only one that seemed to be able to alleviate her obvious distress. That being so, it was only fitting that she continue to play the part of a bitch in heat considering his true nature, and that meant that she would have to pet him like the dog he was if she was expecting anything in return.
So, without making any motions to assist the girl, he set his sights straight ahead and waited for her to work up the nerve to even touch him. True, there was a part of him that balked at the idea of a human being allowed to touch him, but that annoying little voice was quickly smothered by the purring of the beast that was more than happy to feel the touch of…well…pretty much whatever piece of tail his icy master would let near to him…not like the miko had a tail…but still.
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Kagome had a problem, a problem not at all being help by her mind's distraction with the gorgeous being standing in front of her or the burning of her body that made it near impossible to keep standing on her feet. The problem, of course, being that she hadn't the faintest idea of how the hell to get Sesshomaru's elaborate armor off. Not like that was about to stop her though, she was hell bent on seeing this through to its completion. Oh and how she was looking forward to that completion.
So, after a few moments of fidgeting nervously and allowing her sight to scan over him and still coming up with nothing in the way the would be helpful, she slowly began to make her way around the youkai in hopes that she would find the trick to the heavy plating running across his chest and shoulders which locked into place the thick material covering his upper body, and, more importantly, which hung so annoying low that it covered the exact part of his anatomy that she had such an invested interest in at that precise moment in time.
She finished circling him with still nothing to show for her effort, but still she was not deterred. Finally, settling for doing something at least somewhat productive, and not to mention something that would somewhat manage to ease her justifiable concerns about this particular youkai, she stepped towards him and secured his long, elaborate sash in her hands.
Unfortunately for the young miko, her motion had brought her dangerously close to the evil blade of Tokijin, and the blasted demon fang decided that it was going to remind her just how annoyingly evil it was by releasing a sharp jolt of burning energy to scorch her overly-sensitized skin. She hissed in pain and snatched her hand back from the burn of the demon blade, cradling her throbbing right hand with her left.
She lifted her eyes to Sesshomaru, silently asking him just how she was supposed to go about divesting him of his clothing if she couldn't even get past his blasted weaponry and armor, and biting her tongue fiercely to avoid asking him bluntly if women truly were supposed to do everything themselves and if such a thing was so that perhaps she would be better off enjoying the sensations of a not-so-little 'friend' and her own fingers. However, when her sight landed on his face, she found that not only was he not looking at her, but that his lips had been twisted in a faint smirk of what was undeniably amusement.
'Oh, so he thinks my pain is funny?' she asked herself in a new rush of anger. She was having the worst day of her life and this pompous ass was laughing at her misfortune and her unbelievably bad luck in all things sexual. Well, she wasn't about to stand for it. Her heated body and her raging hormones made it all but impossible for her to control her fury, and there is nothing, nothing that should bring fear to a man more than a sexually frustrated female with absolutely no more patience for the male gender. 'I'll show him,' she thought evilly as she raised her hand before her and allowed it to be consumed by the radiant blue light of her inner strength.
Her powers bust forth easily from behind the weakened barriers holding them at bay. Her state of duress had already weakened her ability to hold them back, but now her anger was allowing them to flow freely; brilliant, powerful, and most importantly, deadly to almost all youkai. Almost, that is. Of course, Sesshomaru was not as susceptible to her pure powers, but that didn't mean she couldn't give him one hell of a bad burn.
The rising up of her power cause Sesshomaru to look down at her. His eyes narrowed threateningly on her, but Kagome, too flustered to care in the slightest, only smirked at him evilly as she reached her hand forward and took a firm hold of Tokijin. The evil blade reacted immediately to her touch, spitting out burning waves of energy furiously; but Kagome's powers kept the burn of the demonic sword at bay, and she proceeded to draw it from its place at Sesshomaru's side. One it was in her grasp she took a slight step back from the demon Lord, lifting the blade before her and pointing it directly at him.
Tokijin crackled wildly as it fought against her pure power, and with the searing bolts of its power were combining the brilliant blues of her own as she used her strength to keep the swords presence from controlling her, instead directing its energy away from herself and towards the demon she was standing before. Oh, sure, it stung like a bitch and weighed about as much as her backpack when stuffed to the rim with…let's say…lead weights and she was pretty sure that threatening Sesshomaru with his own weapon was likely an offense that would be punished with something that would hurt a whole hell of a lot more that having thousands of red hot pokers rammed through your eyes and into your brain or even having your heart dug out of you chest…with a spoon; but still, he didn't have to be smirking at her all amused just because she had hissed in pain when she came in contact with his demon sword. Ok, maybe that wasn't the best way to put that. Gods! All of the sexual tension that she was feeling and the terribly naughty thoughts running through her head made it impossible to think about anything else! Of course, such thoughts didn't deter Kagome in the slightest. Actually, they only drove her onwards.
She smirked again when she saw him lift a sculpted brow as he watched her motions with the sword. Yeah, she should have known that something like this would turn him on. What power-obsessed control freak wasn't a masochist a heart? Of course he was turned on by having a sword shoved at him by a female that was so obviously dying with want for his touch. Oh, payback's a bitch, and how she was going to enjoy making him squirm. That is, of course, if she could figure out how the hell to get him out of his armor.
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Now, before you go getting all upset that there was no lemon this chapter, let me explain. You see…well…ummmm…I just thought this scene was funny, ok? So I wrote it! Ha!
Now, I have to stop being a bad writer and give some credit where credit is due.
'Wild, mad, passionate monkey dance': description courtesy of Tana-san and her daughter.
'Pet him like the dog he was': a happy thought courtesy of necoconeco1
'Must women do everything themselves?' A valid question that I thought needed attention, brought up by J.C.
Thank you, my reviewers, for giving me tiny pieces of inspiration to continue writing. Oh, there were many more, but though I can twist the words somewhat to include the occasional line; sometimes, no matter how much I may wish to, the story just won't allow it. Still, all of your kind (or not, whatever floats your boat) words and your thoughts (or random blurbs of drool over the sexiness that is Sesshomaru) are all well appreciated.
Perhaps next time we shall be able to enjoy a nice tall glass of thirst quenching lemonade, but until then
Later
Shadow
Warning: This story is not for anyone below the age of 16 or who is troubled by sexual situations. It is rated 'M' for a reason people, and this Shadow would suggest that you leave your morals at the door because you are definitely not going to need then while reading this. You have been warned. Now, on with the fun ;P
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or have any claims over anything but for my terribly twisted imagination that so enjoys torturing these wonderful characters.
