This story is inspired by "In Present Company" by marriedmiko / Hira-Akami.
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.net/s/3390574/1/In_bPresent_b_bCompany_bThe lord nodded. "That was quite the exorcism this afternoon. I'll see to it that beds are laid out for you in the quarters.
Kagome frowned. Quarters? As in Man's and Woman's?
Sesshomaru spoke up, catching on to it quicker. "That will not be necessary. I stand guard over miko-sama as she sleeps."
The lord frowned a little. A male yokai in the woman's quarters was not exactly a good idea. A thought came to him, though, and he smiled. "If you don't mind, there's an old guest's quarters near the hot springs. It's a little dusty and hasn't been used in a while, but it's still in good condition. We usually only have guests in the winter."
Kagome smiled. Perfect. "That will be just fine."
The lord turned and instructed a few servants to go air the place out as quickly as possible. He walked them there personally, taking his time and describing the layout of the manor grounds, where the hot springs were and which ones the servants used.
"The spring nearest the guest house is reserved for guests, of course, and you are free to use it whenever you like. I assure you you will be undisturbed, lady miko."
She smiled. "Thank you. That is a relief."
They had reached the guest house, and the servants finished up quick things before scurrying off back to the main house.
"Thank you once again, miko-sama, and please feel free to stay as long as you need. Tell us if you require anything further."
Kagome blushed a little, feeling guilty about the ruse for the first time. "I'm sure I'll be fine," she said, and the lord bowed before walking away.
Sesshomaru had already gone into the small building, which was no bigger than a large bedroom. Once Kagome walked inside she realized that was about all it was. In the center was a hearth, for winter use. There was a goodly sized futon, a privacy screen, and an oil lamp. A small empty table stood forgotten in one corner. The servants had managed to get rid of the dust and cobwebs, and it really was quite nice.
Sesshomaru looked around approvingly, removing his armor for the night. "Where did you learn that trick?" he asked.
.Kagome put a finger to her lips, and he couldn't help but think she looked cute. She darted out of the building quickly, and came back with a small leafy twig she had broken off the tree next to the building. She closed the door, and then found a place in the floor where a crack widened enough to shove the small twig in. She knelt before it a moment, closing her eyes and murmuring words she had memorized. There was a little flash, and she smiled, standing up.
Sesshomaru frowned he felt he was being ignored. "A barrier?" he asked.
"It only stops sound. Kaede taught it to me when we were having a hard time with Naraku discovering our plans. We never did figure out how he was spying on us, but it stopped once I learned it.
He studied the little twig. "And you don't have to maintain it?"
"Nope. It will stay there until someone pulls out the twig." She smiled a little. "It will grant us a little privacy, anyway."
He nodded. He stared at her, as if waiting for her to say something.
"Oh, right. I learned it from Miroku. Every time we were in a village near evening time he would go up to the nicest looking manor and tell them there was an "ominous cloud" above the place. He was lying of course, but he put up a few seals and we got free meals and a night's lodging. Then getting slap from Sango for some reason."
"I see."
Kagome paused moment. "Hey, how did you get the tree to do that thing? With the light?" she made a fluttering motion with her hand.
He raised his eyebrows. "I didn't. The tree was already possessed. I just made it angry."
Kagome stared at him a moment. "Huh. Well, I feel a little less guilty about staying here then."
"Hn." Sesshomaru seemed to find the idea of feeling guilty about it at all a bit silly.
Kagome looked around for a place to sit. She glanced at the bed, and then at Sesshomaru. His intentions came once more to the forefront of her mind, and she felt her pulse quicken, her heart thudding against her ribcage in an almost pleasant fashion.
Sesshomaru had been leaning against the wall, but he now pushed himself upright, walking towards her with measured, unhurried steps. His hand gently grazed her cheek, but moved on to her neck, where he rested his fingers on her pulse point. He smiled, and it was inherently smug. He leaned forward to whisper in her
hearing. He kisses her chin then paused
"In your world, is there… an expected process before intimacy?"
Kagome blinked rapidly, surprised by the question. She was honored that he didn't wish to offend her, but she found herself staring at his lips which made it really hard to think. "Uh… um…" she stammered. "I uh… not really, I guess."
He smiled again, decidedly darker, which made her shiver a little. "Good."
Kagome found herself no longer standing on the ground but rather laying on the futon. How the hell did he move that fast? She hadn't felt any impact. Sesshomaru hovered above her a moment before burying his face in her neck, one hand making it's way slowly down her hip.
She tensed up, utterly surprised. Her hands pushed at him and he gave way without a moment's struggle, wary of scaring her.
"I…I mean… well…" she blushed profusely, "There is … foreplay," she whispered the last.
He nearly laughed full out, but knew it might hurt her feelings. Instead he smirked profusely, and studied Kagome's reaction. She couldn't seem to decide if she wanted to be frightened or relieved. He brushed his lips against hers barely, and she relaxed.
"I wouldn't worry about that if I were you," he whispered.
She exhaled deeply, a slight flush coming to her cheeks. He breathed in her scent, mysterious and intoxicating. He wanted to know what it was that made her smell so clean, like water itself. He wanted to know everything about her.
He took the cue to slow down, though, and lay beside her, propping himself up on his elbow and patiently keeping his hand at her waist for the moment. Although she was his first human, she was by no means his first woman. He was not some green boy worrying whether he would last. No, he was going to enjoy every second of this. He softened her with kisses, and she came to the task as an eager pupil, hesitantly repeating what he did until she was comfortable enough to improvise. She wound her fingers in his hair, which he decided he rather liked.
Ever so slowly he inched the hand that had originally lain at her waist upwards under her shirt. Fast enough that she was aware of what he was doing, but slow enough that she was comfortable with it. But there, where he should feel the tender skin of the swell of her breast, he was met with some cloth undergarment. He slid his hand to the side, and under her back, searching silently, distractedly for the tie. He found none.
Kagome noticed his sudden lack of enthusiasm in kissing her, and realized why he was so distracted. She bit her lip so as not to laugh. She summoned up her courage and moved to remove her shirt.
It was not up two inches, though, before Sesshomaru stopped her. He left her lips slowly, almost reluctantly, and crouched down to kiss the little bit of skin she had exposed. He paused a moment, staring at it, the ghost of a smile on his face.
"What?" Kagome asked, suddenly very self-conscious.
He looked up to her. "I've wanted to do that for some time."
She grinned. "You had mentioned my uniform was distracting."
He looked back at her skin hungrily. "Very. Although…" he glanced back up into her eyes. "As much as it reveals I find myself wanting to see more." He held her gaze steadily as he began to lift the hem up her stomach. Her breathing was shaky, but she made no move to stop him, and after a moment sat up a little to make the process easier. He slid his hands below both her shirt and undershirt and began a slow process upwards, kissing the revealed skin. He skipped over the cloth garment and only barely grazed his lips against the upper swell of one breast, making her shiver. She pulled the garment the rest of the way over her head, her hair falling down out of it. Her hands caught on the cuffs a moment, and he took advantage of the opportunity, holding it behind her head while he kissed her with a little more enthusiasm than earlier.
Kagome's eyes went wide at his extremely dominant maneuver. It lasted only a moment, though, and he allowed her to bring her hands around front to work them out of the sleeves. As she did so he eyed her hungrily, drinking in the sight of all of her that he could see now. She set the shirt aside once she had freed her hands, and hugged herself nervously. She bit her lip and studied Sesshomaru's expression, seeking for approval.
He swallowed. Completely unbeknownst to her, her little nervous action raised her breasts and pressed them together, enhancing her cleavage. His lifted a hand to trace the line of her collarbone, before slowly venturing lower to trace the more intriguing line.
She made a quiet little sound, and he watched with fascination as her nipples grew taut beneath the thin fabric. He passed a thumb over one momentarily before reaching behind her to try once more to find the tie. Strangely, though, the fabric seemed to continue from one end to the other. There were a few metallic-looking pieces on the straps, but he couldn't figure them out.
Kagome tried very, very hard not to smile. She stilled his hands, and reached back behind herself to undo the clasp. Most guys from her era had a hard time figuring it out, and she would spare his dignity for now.
Sesshomaru wondered for a split second how Kagome had managed to do that, but the thought left him quickly as she brought her hands forward. She left it loose and hanging, barely covering her. He reached for her as if in a dream, surprised by how enticed he was. His hands came to rest on her shoulders, and he moved them slowly, torturing both of them, down towards her arms. It fell away, revealing her to him fully. He let out a breath he hadn't known he had been holding.
Kagome stared into his eyes, desperately searching for approval. He was so hard to read, and though he looked intent and vaguely hungered, beyond that she could not tell. She looked away at last, unable to ask.
"Beautiful," He breathed, and at first she thought she had heard wrong. He tore his eyes away from her body to look into her eyes. "Exquisite."
For some odd reason she blushed, unused to such compliments from him. He kissed her deeply, and eased her back down onto the bed. His hands slid downwards, taking hold of her in greedy handfuls. She moaned deeply. It felt so good, his hands hard against her skin, and she felt the now-familiar trigger bringing her to life. Her hands went to his haori, wanting to make him as undressed as she was. He complied hurriedly, his patience beginning to run out. He freed the garment from his hakama, not even waiting to slide his arms out before he took Kagome into his arms tightly.
"Oh god…" she moaned, her body arching against his reflexively. The feel of his skin against hers was like silk, only hot and fluid, and intoxicating. He made a low growling sound in his throat and buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply. After a moment he slowly removed one arm and then the other from his haori, tossing it aside. He kissed her neck, and then her collarbone, and moved downward onto her breast, which was rising and falling rapidly with her shallow breaths. At last he came to the pink little nipple, stretched taught in anticipation.
At first he brushed his lower lip against it, which elicited a whimper from Kagome. Smirking, he paused a moment before repeating the motion. Same sound. He made as if to do it a third time, but instead flicked his tongue across the sensitive skin.
"Oh!" she cried out in surprise, and arched against him hard. Thoroughly encouraged, he continued to lick and nibble and suck, as Kagome went on with her chorus of surprised and pleased sounds.
"Nnn—Oh, Sesshomaru…" she murmured, spurring him on.
He loved the way his name sounded coming from her lips. His hand left her breast and slid over her skirt only to move slowly back up under it. She flinched, but moaned. He abandoned her breast to kiss her neck, and then her chin, and then her lips. He made as if to whisper in her ear, but instead tugged on the earlobe gently.
Kagome, however, was more focused on his hand, which now slid to her inner thigh, and she bit her lip. The tension was almost enough to kill her.
Sesshomaru stopped, and moved so he could look at her expression.
"No man has ever touched you like this?" It was less a question and more a distracted musing.
"No." Kagome admitted.
He lightly brushed his thumb against the small panel of her cotton panties between her legs and she flinched again, throwing her head back.
His expression hardened for a moment. "As long as I live no other man ever will."
Kagome startled. Wasn't it a little early to be mutually exclusive? But then, she reasoned, who else was she ever going to be able to connect with this way? She could never be close to anyone who didn't believe and understand what she'd been through, and the chances of a modern guy doing either were slim to none.
But there was something more to Sesshomaru's sudden and alluring possessiveness. It said that for him, this was no fling. He was serious.
Sesshomaru watched Kagome's face as she worked her way through his words to their meaning. She had an unusual talent for it, and as her brow unfurled her eyes softened, and she unclenched her hands from the bed sheets, reaching up for him with a tender poignancy. It was not the reaction he had expected, and so he took her in his arms, unsure.
She pressed her face into his neck, holding on to him tightly. "Sesshomaru…" she said, barely a whisper. She knew he could hear her.
"I love you."
Sesshomaru said nothing. He didn't need to, and they both knew it. It was alright with Kagome. But in some small, distant corner of his being he wished that he could.
Sesshomaru managed to work his way out of her arms gently, and as he moved lower, she tensed up expectantly, thinking he meant to return to his teasing. But instead he caught his thumb in her skirt band, tugging on it. She tugged the zipper quickly, wanting to give him as much of the fun as she could. He pulled it off her legs, tossing it aside. He leaned back down to kiss her stomach, and she gasped a little as he moved to remove her panties, and for once he did not hesitate. This time, he took his leisure coming back to her, sliding his hands under her calves and bending her legs before settling himself between them.
He glanced up at her rather startled expression, and Kagome shivered at his. He looked deadly intense, and yet he was smiling as if he knew something she didn't. She bit her lip waiting.
From where Sesshomaru was, her scent was cloying, heady. It made his mind blur at the edges like good hot sake. He wanted to know the way she tasted badly enough that his mouth watered. He barely breathed and she shivered at the sensation, and he could not suppress his grin.
The first of his attentions sent her head back into the futon with some force, and he took hold of her hips to keep her still. Her cry of sheer pleasure made him instantly, intensely grateful for Kagome's little twig barrier. He continued to tease her by quickly flicking his tongue against her center, until she grew accustomed to the sensation. He then treated her to a full onslaught of lips and tongue, and she once again screamed and grabbed the bed sheets hard. In this way he made sure to keep her always on the edge, between teasing and pleasure, until she started to squirm uncomfortably.
"Sesshomaru…" she murmured, confused and concerned.
"Relax," was all he uttered before returning to his task.
From the far-off corners of Kagome's modern mind she recalled the long-ago sex ed classes, and she knew what was going to happen. But something wasn't right, she felt as if she were burning up inside, like she couldn't breathe. Every moment it grew worse and worse, and she felt as if she would come apart at the seams, a terrible wrenching in her gut.
And then it was if she broke the surface of the water, long devoid of air, and her whole body tensed with her climax, sitting her up a moment before throwing her back joyfully into the bed. It was unreal, she thought, as if there were fireworks going off in her brain, and she felt like electricity running out of her fingers and toes.
But what was most surprising was that Sesshomaru did not stop. The sensation went on and on, and Kagome felt once more that it was too, too much.
"Sess…Sesshomaru…! S-stop… no…" She reached down and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him away, but he continued a moment longer before relenting.
He glanced up at her, looking quite pleased with himself. She was a bit taken aback as he licked his lips, and then moved to her side.
She frowned a little. "Why didn't you stop?"
His eyes held a secret smile. "Because you liked it."
Kagome blinked rapidly, first at his arrogance, and then as she realized that he was, in fact, right. She had liked it very much, so much it scared her. She smiled a little and he kissed her, Soft, at first, and then more eagerly. She returned the kisses fervently, intensely happy. After only a few moments, though, she was surprised to find herself responding once again. Unconsciously, she pressed her hips against Sesshomaru's, wanting more. He growled against her lips, quite pleased.
He made to untie his hakama, but she stopped him boldly, feeling a little braver. She undid the knot, but hesitated before pushing it down. Sure, she'd taken anatomy in high school, but those were just pictures. And that was human anatomy. Seizing the last ounce of bravery she had left, she moved the fabric down off his hips.
Kagome's eyebrows jumped towards her hairline and Sesshomaru just smiled. He kicked the hakama off the rest of the way, and pulled her into his arms. She was surprised once again by his move, which placed her in what she thought was the dominant position. She felt awkward on top, unsure and inexperienced. Sesshomaru seemed totally unconcerned, though, and gently used his hands to coax her into straddling him. She was exposed, sitting up, and he took advantage of the situation to admire her naked body.
Just as she began to blush, though, he took hold of her hips and moved her. She gasped as the motion rubbed his completely hardened erection against her now very sensitive folds, still slick with her first climax. Sesshomaru closed his eyes and growled low, digging his fingertips into her hips a little. She leaned forward to brace herself with her arms, her breath coming quickly. Her hair swung forward to tickle his neck, and his eyes shot open.
"Do you want this?" he asked, his gaze so intense she knew instantly that if she said no he would stop, even now.
She couldn't. "Yes," she moaned, biting her lip and closing her eyes at the intensity of the feeling which washed over her.
He lifted her hips, and she felt him pressing against her. She was so close to the edge it felt like torture, and without a moment's hesitation she moved down, pressing him into her. She froze instantly, though, and winced. Her instinct was to move back up, but Sesshomaru's vice-like grip kept her from doing so. She whimpered as he pushed her down further and she stretched to accommodate him, painfully. She leaned forward until her head was against his shoulder, and grabbed his arms tightly.
"Don't fight me, Kagome," he whispered, and the surprising tenderness of it was enough to distract her. "Breathe," he suggested, and she found upon complying that air was in fact a very nice thing to have. Sooner than she expected, Kagome felt her body flush with his once again. She still held on to his arms as if for dear life, and he smoothed tender kisses over her cheek until she had relaxed. He withdrew and plunged deep into her again before she could respond and she gasped at the drastic difference.
Content that she was comfortable, Sesshomaru moved her to the flat of her back and picked up a slow, even pace. Her eyes widened, she moaned at the difference the new angle made. Her fingers dug into his shoulders once more, but it was different now. He increased the tempo gradually, and she wrapped her legs around his waist to draw him in deeper. She felt the tension build again, different but familiar and she welcomed it this time.
"Oh, Sesshomaru," she purred in his ear, spurring him on.
He smiled a little and shifted the angle once again, and was rewarded with a cry of pleasure. But as she drew closer he too felt the pressure build up, and lost himself to the rhythm of their movement.
Kagome's moaning began to rise in pitch and volume, until she suddenly tensed up, clinging to him as if she were drowning. "Oh, God!" she screamed, and arched her back up off the bed.
He stopped. He went back up to kiss her but never got the chance. Kagome flipped on his back. She licked every inch of his body. When she was at the bottom she decide to suck on his dick. He moaned. She enjoyed that so she kept doing for while. She stopped and went back up to kiss him but he flipped her.
"Kagome…" he growled, and then tensed up himself, biting her shoulder hard.
Kagome was too lost in her climax for it to hurt very much, but it alarmed her momentarily. She trembled as she held onto him, and felt the energy rush out of her as it all ended.
They collapsed to the bed together, and Sesshomaru let go of her shoulder. They both struggled to catch their breath, and he tenderly licked the wound on her shoulder, which she found strangely enticing. She nuzzled her face against his neck, which he seemed to like because he started kissing her lips softly. At last he moved to her side, and she whimpered a little at the loss of his presence. She smiled, though, as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her towards him.
"Sleep," he whispered.
"Mm-hmm…" she agreed, and slipped into blissful blackness.
Kagome felt herself floating up from sleep to consciousness, a vague fuzzy feeling encouraging her to fight it. Of course, this only made her wake faster, and she sighed heavily as she became aware of the light beyond her eyelids. She was surprised, however, by the brush of soft lips on her forehead, and without opening her eyes, she felt herself beneath some sort of thin blanket, skin pressed against hers.
Sesshomaru. She opened her eyes, blinking a little until his face came into focus. "Were you watching me sleep?" she said in lieu of a 'good morning.'
He smirked and propped his head up with his elbow. "It is a favorite hobby of mine, I have found."
She smiled back and turned on her side to face him better. "No, I mean all night." A few strands of Sesshomaru's hair slid over his shoulder and caught the rays of light that slipped in through the shoji. Kagome was momentarily mesmerized by the effect.
"I slept for a while," he admitted.
A sudden wicked thought occurred to her, that their endeavors had worn him out, but despite her grin his face gave away nothing. He merely brushed a few hairs out of her face.
"I felt a deep peace I rarely experience, and so I slept," he excused, seeming to read her expression, and leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "I have not yet begun to exert myself."
She shivered and grinned at his typical arrogance. She kissed him, briefly, wary of seeming too cuddly for him, and then stretched. Their covering was Sesshomaru's inner haori, and she clutched it to herself absently as she sat up.
She winced, finding herself vaguely sore, and not at all surprised. She felt deliciously rumpled but stiff, and rather unclean. Glimpsing beneath the covering she saw a little dried blood—of course, she mentally chided herself. It had been her first time. She had been a virgin before this.
Suddenly a terrifying thought came to her. All miko were virgins. What if that meant that now she had no power? Panicked, she tried to summon her spiritual energy, and was rewarded with a faint buzzing. Sesshomaru jerked his leg away from where it had been against her knee, and she glanced back, surprised.
His expression said not so much 'ow, that hurt,' as 'why the hell did you do that?' "I… I thought that I might have lost my powers…" she explained.
He frowned. "Why?"
She shrugged, and glanced down to notice that he was totally exposed, and not self conscious in the least. She whipped her head around, hoping that he wouldn't notice the blush, knowing he would smell it anyway. "Miko are virgins…" she said lamely.
He sat up behind her and took hold of her shoulders, rubbing his thumbs back and forth slowly. "Yes, technically. So, you cannot preside at ceremonies. There's nowhere that says you loose the powers you were born with." His voice was as light as she'd ever heard it, and she guessed he was making an attempt at comforting her. He leaned forward further, slightly nuzzling his face into her neck and breathing deeply.
"You would make an excellent kuromiko, if you gave me your soul," he murmured suggestively. She turned to glare at him playfully, but he just smirked, making her laugh.
"I wouldn't know how," she dismissed, and he gave the merest of shrugs to indicate he didn't either, before letting his eyes wander lower on her figure.
She blushed again and turned away, but he wrapped his arms around her to pull her back against his chest. She sighed, comfortable, unexpectedly happy. He reached up to brush a finger along her left collarbone and she winced slightly when his finger caught on the new scabs. She twisted her neck uncomfortably to try and see it.
"Wow… that looks worse than I thought it was…" she reached up and poked it herself. "It looks like it will scar." Great, another one to match the ragged gash on her side, among other smaller gems of her collection.
"It's meant to," he said without explanation.
She turned around, modesty forgotten, trying to find the words to ask a reason. It wasn't like him to do something, anything without meaning. "Why?" was all she managed.
A dark look crossed his eyes, unfamiliar to Kagome, and she wondered if it was guilt. "It marks you. As mine."
Kagome felt the oddest emotion wash over her. She would have expected shock, anger, maybe even a blush, but instead she felt sort of… honored. She fingered the wound with a sense of affection.
There was a period of silence, although not entirely uncomfortable, just a little awkward. It was all so new to her, and Sesshomaru's unusually affectionate morning-after mood seemed to be wearing off. Kagome idly fingered her clothes, turning her shirt right-side out, and eying her panties across the room.
Suddenly Sesshomaru grabbed his hakama and stood up. Kagome didn't look. "You should make use of the hot springs," he said. "I believe it will help. I will join you after a while." Slipping on only his outer haori over his hakama and picking up his sword, he opened the shoji only a fraction and went outside.
Kagome dressed slowly, discovering new aspects to her soreness. There were some thin towels beneath the table, and she grabbed a couple, undid the sound barrier lest the servants discover it, and set out on the path to the hot spring.