His sliver brow rose, "Long enough." He prided himself on not reacting to the enticing show of breasts Kagome was unknowingly giving him. Then the comic
relief arrived, "Haruki-chan!" Kymela had changed and was now wearing an outfit similar to the first, but was jade colored lamé. Haruki turned and smiled
warmly, "Hey there handsome. Ooh, green is fabulous on you doll!" Kymela squealed and performed a pirouette showing off the whole thing. Sesshomaru
had been aware that his cousin leaned toward men, but he had never seen him act quite like this. He blamed it on Kymela. After the initial shock, Kagome
blinked rapidly then started giggling. She covered her mouth with her hand until the giggles could no longer be contained. Sesshomaru groaned when
Haruki rose and the two men kissed each other on the cheek like old girlfriends. Lost in their own conversation the two walked off. Kagome looked up at
Sesshomaru with unrestrained glee in her eyes. He mentally shook himself and turned, "There is work to do." Without waiting for her to acknowledge or
even get up, he sauntered into the estate. Kagome sighed and got to her feet, finding her way to his study by herself. It was then that she noticed a large
furry…thing draped across his chair. It had been there before, but she hadn't really paid it any notice until now. "Is that…fur?" He glanced at her, then
where she was looking and nodded once, "It was a gift from this one's father; a piece of his own pelt, which this Sesshomaru learned to infuse with this
one's own youkai. It was one of the first training lessons of this one to learn to control youkai." Kagome blinked, "What does it teach you exactly?"
Sesshomaru made no move toward the chair, but the fluff rose of its own accord and snaked its way over to her. She giggled when it curled around her
neck and cuddled her like a cat. "It's so soft." Kagome purred as she ran her hands over the thick pelt. Her eyes were closed in bliss, so she did not see the
way that his widened and the pupils shrank, and then widened in pleasure. He had a peaceful look on his face, until he forced his fur off her. "This one's
moko-moko is an extension of his person. That is what this one's training involved." Moko-moko returned, not to the chair, but to himself. For some reason
he wanted to smell the girl without her knowing it. "This one's father would have been able to further training had he not perished. This one's father's moko
-moko had two tails, and this one's would have been much the same." Her head tilted, "It proves you have more control if you can control more of your
moko-moko?" Sesshomaru nodded and motioned for her to sit. With a sigh, she condemned herself to more paperwork.
Once again, the pair lost themselves to paperwork, proving, that even through the tension, they could work well together. Jaken rapped on the door, and
after Sesshomaru barked a command to enter, Jaken announced that dinner would soon be ready and as soon as he was released, Jaken scampered away.
Without being asked, Kagome stacked the papers so that they were easier to access later. Sesshomaru rose, and then paused to watch Kagome stretch.
She raised her hands up and arched her back slightly causing her breasts to rise as well as the already short skirt. His eyes darkened at the sight of the red
lace peeking through the slit in the side of the dress. Kagome's stretch felt so good she made a small whine of pleasure before she dropped her arms and
noticed Sesshomaru was already gone. Blinking shortly, she shook her head and made her way to the dining hall. Rin, Haruki and Kymela were already
seated, and Sesshomaru was nowhere to be seen. Kagome sat in the seat next to Sesshomaru's and they waited. Finally, he arrived after nearly fifteen
minutes. He was wearing his moko-moko, which Rin thought was very exciting if one went by the way that she squealed. All three youkai winced, but
Sesshomaru was the only one not to cover his ears. "Rin, you must take care to not be so loud. Their hearing is much more advanced than ours and
something loud for you is deafening for them." Kagome smiled after stating this, partly to take the sting out of the reprimand, and partly because she was
proud of her learned knowledge from the book she had read the first night. Rin lowered her head after glancing at the pained expressions around her, "Rin
is sorry. Rin did not mean to hurt anyone; Rin was excited by Sesshomaru-sama's fluffy. It looks very soft." Kagome smiled, and stage-whispered, "It is
very soft Rin." Rin giggled, and then conversation idled when the food arrived. When dinner was finished, Rin asked to be excused so she could ready for
bed and Sesshomaru nodded his assent. Kagome was still marveling at how much Haruki looked like Sesshomaru, and amused by how different the two
were. Sesshomaru rose, "Let us retire to the library for a nightcap." Kagome was the first to rise, followed by Haruki and finally Kymela. They converged in
the library and Sesshomaru poured three glasses of Cognac until Kagome pouted. He raised a brow and poured a fourth. Before Sesshomaru could stop
her, she downed the whole glass. A look of shock appeared on her face before she shuddered and stuck out her tongue, "Bleck that was terrible!" Kymela
snorted and sipped from his own glass, "Tell me Kagome-sama, have you ever drank before?" She blinked, "Well…ah, no." Kymela snickered, "Well this
should be entertaining." Kagome scrunched up her face, "What do you mean?" Sesshomaru merely shook his head and sat in his favorite seat, listening to
Kymela and Haruki talk. Kagome scoffed and wandered around the library, intent on finding something to do.
Eventually Kagome found a book up on a shelf above her head. Growling at the offensive book, she grabbed the rolling ladder and climbed it. She found it
difficult to tell her feet to get on the right rungs though, so when she finally made it to the book and back down safely she did a happy dance. Her little
dance threw her off balance and she sprawled on the floor. She blinked, wondering how that had come about. Kagome heaved herself to her feet and
meandered to a chair. She plopped down and opened the leather bound book only to quickly snap it back shut. She
didn't see that did she? She slowly opened the book again shocked to see a drawing of two Inu-youkai in their natural form, mating. She flipped through
the pages, unable for some reason to make the words make sense. It wasn't as though it were in another language; she just couldn't seem to get the
words to make any sense. There were pictures of the moon phases and more mating pictures, but since she couldn't read it, she put it aside and stood…or
tried to. The ground tilted under her feet and she fell back into the chair. Glaring at the floor, she rose again and was successful. Now the task of walking.
She concentrated very hard on doing that in her stilettos until she gave up and took the annoyingly abusive shoes off. They were hurting her feet anyway.
Smiling at her ingenuity, she made her way around the library once again. Finally, she found her way back to the men, "Aha! There you are. You moved
Shesshy." She frowned at the way her words came out fuzzy. In fact, her head felt fuzzy too. Talking ceased and Sesshomaru's brow rose as Kymela tried
to hold back his laughter. "This Sesshomaru did no such thing. You are the one who moved." He admonished. Her anger disappeared as soon as she saw
moko-moko, "Fluffy!" Kagome rushed over and snagged the pelt from where it had been resting across his shoulder and the chair. He was so surprised he
didn't even attempt to stop her. Kagome purred and rubbed her cheek back and forth across the pelt. Sesshomaru's eyes lowered to half-mast and he
nearly purred himself. Haruki and Kymela slipped from the room giggling. Sesshomaru glared at the pelt, and then was transfixed. Her dress had slipped
from her shoulder and the lace of her bra was peeping out right under the pelt. Taking control of the pelt, he curled it under her breast nearly groaning
from the feel of the soft flesh under the cloth and lace. Watching intently, he slid the pelt down so it was level with the bottom of her dress. Kagome
moaned when the heavy pelt curled up and pressed firmly against her heated core. Kagome glanced up and saw Sesshomaru, his jaw slack, his golden
eyes blazing. She noticed the very edges of his eyes tinted red and his marks were becoming jagged. "Sesshomaru?" There was no fear in her voice, but
plenty of emotion.