Author's Note: I shall warn you now I DO NOT do lemons. ...Well I do, do lemons because I'm a sick and twisted teenage girl with an obsession for Sesshy. O.O But I am determined to retain my morals by not posting the lemony contents of my mind here. However I did write one because...well...-.- I wanted to see what my own mind could conjure up. So for those of you determined to see action between Sessy and Kagome if you leave a review with your email address I will email the lemon chapter to you. Now onward to the story!.....

"Very well done Akuai." Naraku praised from where he sat gazing into the image presented by Kana's mirror. "It seems I have underestimated you."

Akuai inclined her head gently. "My lord Naraku. The spell I wove is strong. However..."

"Is there a problem Akuai?" Naraku asked warningly.

"The girl is a priestess and her spiritual powers are unnaturally strong. Particularly when it comes to matters of her heart. Her poor pure heart. My spell may break soon and another must be cast."

Naraku nodded. "Go then. Weave you spells."

Akuai nodded. "It will take time Naraku but I will do as you bid."

"Akuai." Naraku's voice caused the girl to stop where she had begun to fade into the darkness. "Do not fail me. You will be punished accordingly if you do."

"Naraku." The demon girl said softly, no trace of fear or even acknowledgement of the threat in her voice. "It is not you I would be failing. And is not you I will be bringing victory to if I succeed. I thought you had realized the by now." And she was gone.

"IT WON'T KILL ME!" Kagome shrieked. Her head was pounding with annoyance. She had tried hadn't she? She'd tried to be patient. "It won't kill me! That's your idea of comfort?"

Sesshomaru's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Do not yell at me again."

Kagome opened her mouth then frowned. "I wouldn't yell if you might try to be a bit more sensitive. Perhaps it's better if we don't do this at all don't you think." She smiled gently hoping to waylay him but his gaze settled on her a moment before he stepped forward.

"Kagome." She shivered and looked away waiting for his touch. She felt nothing and heart nothing but shuffling.

After a moment she blinked and looked up and her breath caught in her throat. Sesshomaru was...naked. A blush heated her cheeks but she couldn't take her gaze from him. He was perfect. Perfect and deadly. His silver white hair fell down past his knees. Pale flawless skin that stretched over ropy muscle. His arms, hidden by the sleeves of his kimono most of the time were heavily muscled, his flat stomach compact with the hard evidence of a 6 pack. Broad, commanding shoulders and Kagome felt the feral desire and her mouth opened at the completely desirable danger of him.

A beautiful killer.

She wanted him. She couldn't deny it and she wasn't sure she even wanted to. He didn't move at all. Nor did he seem bothered by his nakedness. He watched her. Silently, quietly his golden eyes meeting her almost ones patiently. And Kagome started in surprise when she realized she as comforted. He was giving her the choice to accept. He was giving her command.

That made her nervous. It was up to her to initiate the response.

Damn if she didn't want him.

Damn if she was just going to walk away.

And after a moments hesitation Kagome stepped into his arms and let him take her.