THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR WAITING! I am so so so sorry it took me so long but I hope this makes up for it! And I am also sorry for any oocness from sesshy sama, but he is having a life changing experience, so of course he'll change little by little, right? I mean I'd hope so or else all we would have is :: Tsuki: "Sesshy I'm home3!" Sessh: "...stfu...and die..." -slashes with poison claw-

...Not much of a story neh?

Sesshoumaru nearly snarled as a he ducked one of his favorite books. Why would he need to duck a book? Perhaps because a certain, fiery eyed minx was throwing it. He caught his antique glass vase from the edo period neatly in one hand while the other caught his favorite antique glass. "Tsuki! Enough!" He gave a choking growl as he emptied his hands neatly while simultaneously trying to catch a very expensive teapot. "Tsuki!"

"Lying, perverted, rat faced, butt sniffing, cat dragged in, pea brained, skirt chasing old man!" His eye twitched, a heartbeat ticking in his jaw by the time she had reached 'rat faced'. As she had run out of glass items to throw, she started tossing his pillows at him. But damn the girl had a good arm.

What's going on, you ask? Well the day before was hectic with Tsuki running into both her twin brother's reincarnation and her father. She had also learned of Sesshoumaru's small deceit. And as they had rested together on the bed, Sesshoumaru, asleep, had woken up Tsuki by placing cold hands down the back of her pants and nibbling her neck. Needless to say, waking up to gropage and drool wasn't exactly endearing; especially when you were still mad at that someone.

He grumbled under his breath "My hands were cold..." Tired of her little game he started blocking the pillows with his forearms and waded through, pinning her with a hard gaze. She squeaked and ran, trying to jump over the couch. Fortunately for him he was very quick and pounced on her, chest to her back, arm wrapped around her waist. He dragged her down to the couch, pinning her beneath him and snarled. "I've apologized... twice. That is something I've never done, never had to do. Now accept or I'll give you something to truly be angry about!"

"Like what?" She threw a fiery glare over her shoulder at him and he smirked, causing her to blanch and bite her tongue.

His hands slid up from there place on her hips, making her shiver, and his large palms cupped her gentle mounds. She arched her back, giving a soft yelping noise as heat flushed her face. When she arched her back, her bottom pressed against Sesshoumaru intimately, and he growled low in his throat. His words were deep, guttural. "I could intentionally touch you. I could make it so that you'd want me to touch you." To prove his point he kneaded her large breasts slowly, his fingers paying attention to the now hard nubs that begged for his attention. He pressed closer, smiling as she moaned and he nipped that sensitive spot just below her ear. "I could make you scream for it."

She thrashed and he loosened his grip only enough for her to turn towards him. Her eyes were spitting blue flames at him now. She was furious. "Like hell!" She shoved him back, he let her of course, and she scrambled up, red faced and pissed. She was trembling, and he looked so focused on her that she trembled even more. His golden eyes burned her, his cat slit pupils so piercing, she felt heat build in her more and more.

His nostrils flared and his eyes dilated slightly. She was aroused. Aroused for him, by him. He took a step forward and she didn't back down. He took another, a deep, slow growl building up quietly in his chest. It was more felt than heard, and when he took anpther step she finally stumbled back. He snarled a soft warning. "Come here." His voice was so commanding she almost took a step forward. The heat boiled in her, her blood turned to lava, she felt light headed, strange. Her body tightened and she took another step back, her eyes dilated so wide, they were almost black.

He had never seen that in a female, not to this extent. His breathing kicked up a notch, the growling intensifying. His blood boiled and his hands flexed, the memory of her soft flesh burned into them. He stalked forward, his instincts taking him over. His female was running, he had to chase. Had to prove she couldn't get away. Not ever. His, she was his. Mine.

She was scared, she was angry, and she was so totally aroused. As he stalked forward, those predator's eyes focused on her, unwavering, unblinking, she stumbled back. He looked so cold, his face expressionless, intimidating, so intense she trembled visibly now, something she didn't remember ever doing. She finally slammed into a wall, heart pumping lava into her veins, breathing quick as a frightened bird. Still he stalked forward, stopped a few feet away. His voice, that voice that was so deep and penetrating, so commanding, slid out again, and her eyes fixed immediately on his lips.

"Come. Here." Submit. Mine. Submit to me, trust me. Trust me. He watched her, nose flaring at the scent of her fear and arousal. He didn't like her fear. Didn't want her afraid, but he wanted her far too badly. How long since he had a female? How long since he had ever allowed himself any form of pleasure? He had gone so long on his own, the ice so thick on his heart, even after his little Rin had come into his life. His growl intensified as she pushed as far back as she could into the wall. And suddenly he was right there, nose to nose with her, utterly still and silent. And he was even more terrifying.

So entranced by the gold of his eyes so close up, by the time she was aware of what was around her, she was in her bra and his shirt had disappeared as well. She let out a small squeak and he had his hands on her hips, holding her still as he slowly lowered his head to her shoulder. His face was unreadable, his body language enigmatic now. She squirmed and he tightened his hands on her hips, keeping her still as he pressed closer. His cheek to her neck, chest to chest, heart to heart.

He listened to her breathing, the quick, frantic pace of a trapped bird. He growled again, low in his throat and picked her up, ignoring her high pitched gasp. He let her fall on her back gently on the couch, following her down immediately. He settled his weight ontop of her, his arms trapping her as he wrapped them around her waist.

"Se-shoumaru! Let me go, please!" She squirmed again and pushed at his shoulders, trying hard to ignore how hard and warm said shoulders were.

Sesshoumaru lifted his head, his expression as unreadable as usual. His eyes were lazy, at half mast, and his voice was deep, his word clipped and final. "No." He lowered his head and pressed his lips to her shoulder, dragging them against her skin, up her neck, to that sensitive spot just below her ear. She shivered, and very slowly, very gently, he kneaded her back, running his hands to her waist. He followed the curve of her ribs to the sides of her breasts. He cupped them gently, and his lips followed a path down her neck again, stopping at her collar bone to nip, then sooth the same area with his tongue. When she squirmed, he squeezed, and she bucked, panting slightly. His lips moved down again, and he licked the valley of her breasts. When she whimpered he stopped, only his eyes moving to look up at her.

Her heart stopped when he looked up at her that way, their eyes locked as he leaned down to plant one last kiss at the v of her breasts, then slowly moved up to bite her lower lip. "Breathe." His voice was soft, but still commanding enough that she followed his order. "Now. Tell me." When she just stared, he moved a thumb over the skin of her breast, lingering over small, red scar. He had an idea of who it was, and if she was too scared to give him release in this way, then he'd find it in another form.

"Tell me, now, so I can hunt him down."

...How bout them cliffies...? (Runs as angry mob chases) Where's Kenshin when you need him?