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"Oh, nutz to this!"

Stilling her tapping fingers, Kagome stood up from her seat on the rim of the old well quickly, her determination set. She hated waiting! So, with a quick shrugging of her shoulders, she dropped her backpack to the ground. Digging into the ragged old contraption of yellow canvas up to her elbows, she shifted through clothing, supplies of food and candy, and a few unmentionable objects that made her face heat with embarrassment, before finally wrapping her hand around the object she was looking for.

Pulling the little silver object out of the confines of her great pack, Kagome held it up for a moment to scrutinize it. So seemingly innocent, the little silver tube glinted in the late afternoon sun, sharp flashes that seemed to call out to her, tempting her to just go for it. It was a bad idea, she knew, but then, she really was tired of waiting. And, she figured, so long as she didn't tell him exactly what the little thing was used for in her time then it should be alright. At least, that's what she was telling herself. Besides, if he took offense, then she could always sooth over his little tiff with another one of the little surprises she had brought back for him.

Kagome smirked wickedly as she tightened her hand around the little silver tube, her eyes alight with mischief. She just couldn't help it. The memories of him hadn't left her mind. Even when things had gotten bad on the other side of the well, and they had gotten very bad, when she didn't think she could take any more heartache, when her body was exhausted from crying and her spirits darkened with misery; her thoughts would be pulled back to the other side of the well.

But it wasn't her friends she would think about, it wasn't the mission she had set out for herself; it was flashes of silver she would see, molten gold clashing with hard amber, blazing crimson set upon porcelain perfection. She would feel his hands on her body and she would flush with desire, recall the whipping currents of his power and be filled with incredible warmth, and hear his voice, smooth and cold as fresh silk only to be turned to crushed velvet as the deep rumbles of the beast took over, and her spirits would lift, the pain in her heart ebb, and a tender smile would raise on her lips.

In the first day after she had parted with him, her body ached, but not in pain. It was calling out to be filled by him, pulling her to be near him again, to feel his strength and his power, to have his fire ignite her passion once more. She thought she was being silly, thought that it was simply an infatuation that time would ease away. But she was wrong, because the second day had been so much harder, made even more so by flashes of memory and the soft whisper of her dreams which he had captured as well. The calling of her body was nearly painful in its need to be with him again. And though she knew she couldn't heed it, that she would have to wait, that didn't mean that her waiting would be unproductive.

She was lucky, she supposed, that she had had the time to attend to her shopping while her mind wasn't preoccupied with the tumbling thoughts and swirling emotions of her final day in her era. At least, at this moment, she was feeling lucky…though not nearly as lucky as certain parts of her were wishing she be.

And with that in mind, since, really, who could resist the idea of getting lucky with the most powerful, deadly, and godly beautiful Taiyoukai in all of the land, Kagome lifted the little silver whistle to her lips and blew into it.

…Nothing.

Her lips twisted slightly in annoyance. This would be easier, she supposed, if she could actually hear the damned thing. But, not wanting to let her mortal failings hold her back, she blew again.

…Nothing.

Huffing slightly, Kagome pulled the whistle from her mouth and glared at it evilly. "Stupid thing," she scolded it. "Why aren't you working?"

"If its intention was to make my ears ring, I do believe it has accomplished its purpose."

"Kiiiyyyyaaa!"

Kagome screeched shrilly and spun around to see who had snuck up on her. Unfortunately for her though, in her haste, she had managed to trap herself with her own feet, and ended up toppling over and lading sprawled on her back, her arms and legs spread wide to brace her fall.

Sesshomaru cocked an eyebrow as he scanned over the interesting position the miko had ended up in. "Truly, miko," he intoned, his lips twitching as he fought against the urge to smirk, "If you were so desperate for me to take you, you should have just said so."

Kagome instantly flushed hotly in embarrassment, her lips twisting into a scowl as she hastily pulled herself together. "In your dreams, puppy," she bit out hotly as she stood to face him.

Sesshomaru's lips parted slightly as though he were about to offer a retort, but he quickly clamped his mouth shut, resulting in an audible click as his fangs clashed. "Hn," was his vague response.

Her eyes narrowing slightly, Kagome eyed the Inu suspiciously. But, with a soft gasp as realization dawned on her, she smiled radiantly. "You were dreaming about me?" she asked with an excited little squeak. "That's the sweetest thing I've ever heard!"

"I assure you, miko," he replied as he stepped closer to her, forcing her to look up at him from her height disadvantage, "There was nothing sweet about my dreams."

And then, as though to prove to her the true nature of what he was speaking of, his mouth crashed down onto hers, devouring her in a kiss so hungered, so consuming, and so driven by his need to have her, that Kagome's knees buckled under the sheer intensity of it. He caught her before she could fall, drawing her petite frame tight to himself and releasing a low groan as his body too was sent reeling by her very presence.

He hadn't lied to her, his dreams of her had been so vivid and so completely carnal that he had awoken panting and growling, his entire body aflame with pulsing need so consuming it had taken over everything in his mind. Lost in a haze of lust and desire, he had swept out of the camp occupied by his ward and retainer. He had nearly made it all the way to the well before he realized what he was doing.

It was degrading, insulting, humiliating, and…damnit! He was Sesshomaru! He didn't go chasing after females for a piece of ass! They came to him!

Forcing himself away from his path towards the miko, he had lifted his voice into the night, reaching across the land in a primal call. Almost instantly, his call had been answered. The bitch had come to him swiftly, eager to give herself to such a powerful male. She had presented herself accordingly, her posture demure, her neck bared to offer her submission to him. She did everything an Inu bitch was supposed to do when presenting herself to a virile male.

And he…didn't feel a thing. Not even so much as a twitch from his rapidly deflating arousal. Growling deeply in anger, he had ordered the bitch to undress, pleased at the fact that with only one word his arousal had returned in full force. Unfortunately, as he was most displeased to discover, it had been the word itself and its connections to memories of a fiery little miko that had stirred his interest, not the idea of having the bitch. Seeing her begin to remove her clothing had nearly made him choke with disgust, and he hated it, hated her, hated himself for not being up to taking a simple bitch for his pleasure.

His rage mounting, he had snarled fiercely at the bitch and advanced on her with determination, ripping her clothing from her forcefully, roughing her up with the need to feel some of the fight that he had lost when his miko had disappeared beyond the well. But the bitch had not fought against him. She had whimpered and purred, licked at his jaw to beg for his lenience and forgiveness, and bared herself to him to invite him to his conquest.

And he had hated it. Every moment. Her forest scent had nothing on the sweet perfume of purity and fragrant blossoms, her dark fire was nothing compared to the electric burn of the radiant light, the flat cold surfaces of her yellow eyes could never compare to the depthless blue gems lit from within by passion and fire, her hard body of muscle and sinew was revolting not soft and pliant and inviting, and the bitch's submission, her unquestioning, thoughtless, heedless acquiesce to his every whim and desire without protest or struggle or devious play had turned him off so completely that he may as well have been thinking about giving it to the lumpy green toad that followed him everywhere not a properly receptive Inu bitch.

So repulsed by the bitch and her inability to give him any sort of satisfaction, he had sent her away, just barely restraining the urge to kill her for the very fact that she had not been able to please him. But he knew that it was not the bitch that had done it.

It was the miko. She had ruined him, but he couldn't find it in him to hate her for it. He wanted her, needed her. She was the only one that could calm the restless fires of his spirit, the only one that could drive him past the barriers of his restraint, the only one that his body craved, the only one that he wanted.

And even having her back with him, his want for her, need for her, only grew…rapidly…and becoming painfully hard and pulsing with throbbing reminders of how much exactly he wanted her.

Kagome, for her part, was doing no better at controlling her need to have him. Even seeing him had been enough to heat her body to a nearly unbearable level, and his assault on her mouth combined with his roaming hands that had already found their way past her shirt to trail in blazing paths across her skin as he devoured her, the strength with which he held her, and the whipping currents of his demon fire that surged around him in unstoppable waves of fury and might had her so completely lost in the throws of her own desires that she could scarcely breathe. Molten heat pooled within her centre, dripping in hot pulses from her core. She ached to feel him within her, her inner muscles clamping painfully with nothing to hold onto.

"Sesshomaru…" His name left her lips like a prayer, soft and filled with desperate need. "Please..."

Snarling, he pulled back from her. His crimson eye locked onto the little miko, a savage burn of passionate fire and carnal need. "Tell me what you want." He fought against the primal call setting fire to his blood to force the words to the surface. His body ached for her, for her touch, her heat, and the burn of her power; but he would have this from her, he would have her submission.

Because from her it had meaning, and to him it meant everything.

Kagome whimpered quietly, her arms wrapping around her shivering body after being robbed of his warmth. She looked at him nervously, not understanding why he was denying her now when it had been the hunger and passion of his kiss and touch which had driven her to the point of begging. "I want you," she whispered quietly, her lips trembling slightly in confusion and uncertainty. "I…I want to feel you, to be filled by you."

His eyes flashed dangerously, the crimson fires breaking with dark waves of black, and he growled deeply. "Show me."

Unconsciously, she took a small step back from him. "I…I don't know how," she confessed with a slight shake of her head. "Sesshomaru…"

Another nervous step away from him was cut off with a startled squeak when she felt herself run into a hard body. She drew in a ragged breath and tried to turn around, but he held her firm with a strong arm secured around her waist. His teeth latched onto her ear, and she cried out when the razor edges pierced the skin, only to have her body taken over by a coursing shiver as her powers surged outwards in a warming pulse to seal the wound.

"A nip on the ear is for punishment," his deep voice rumbled in her ear. "It is for small acts of misbehaving often given to children and mates as to not cause damage."

He shifted, leaning down lower and pushing his nose into the nape of her neck. Giving him room to do whatever it was he was doing, Kagome tilted her head slightly to the side. She was rewarded for the action by a low, vibrating growl that shook through his chest, spreading into her in waves of pure pleasure.

"To willingly bare your neck is to offer your weakest point in trust." His tongue snaked out to draw along her pulse point in a slow draw to savor her sweet taste. "It is a sign of submission, telling me that you accept my position over you and give yourself willingly into my hands."

He brought his lips to the line of her jaw, trailing light kisses delicately along her skin until his mouth rested near her ear. "To kiss or lick at the jaw is to ask forgiveness. You place yourself in range of my fangs, a dangerous position should my favor not be granted."

Kagome tilted her head slightly to look at him, finding that his eyes had once again become the cool calm of the golden oceans. "Are you asking for my forgiveness?" she asked him quietly

His lips lifted slightly in a ghost of a smile. "Perhaps," he replied as he leaned into her and brushed his lips over hers.

Kagome blushed prettily at the thought of Sesshomaru apologizing to her. She didn't really know what he was apologizing for, and he hadn't really admitted to doing so, but he was, and it made her feel…special. She smiled timidly at him, he blush spreading further as she tried to piece together words to ask him her question. "So," she drawled out nervously, "how do I…umm…show you that I…you know."

Lifting an eyebrow at the miko's jittery reactions, Sesshomaru smirked. "You bare yourself to me and then present yourself to be taken."

"Present?"

Her question was met with a slight spank on her bottom. She squeaked in surprise and offense, and wheeled about to face him. But he had already moved himself away from her, apparently leaving her to her task. If, of course, she could figure out what the hell it was.

The amused smirk lifting on Sesshomaru's lips was not helping her position at all. Her body was burning, her heart was racing, her mind was spinning, and her butt stung from where he had smacked it. She stiffened suddenly, understanding washing over her, though she really, really wished that it hadn't.

Instantly, her face was burning with embarrassment. She gulped slightly at the way his golden eyes glinted in the sun. He knew, and she knew he knew, and…damnit! This was so unfair! Damn dogs!

With a glorified huff, Kagome planted her hands on her hips. "Alright, fine," she bit out, "but you owe me one, you dirty dog. And I'm expecting flowers or poetry or something equally as useless or undignified from your perspective." He opened his mouth to say something, but Kagome cut him off. "And we're doing this my way!"

Sesshomaru watched as the little miko spun away from him and moved to collect her ugly pack. His amused smirk was quickly turning into a full blown smile. She had said that she would do things her way, and he would not have wanted anything less. She had another surprise in store for him, and he was looking forward to it immensely.

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Hehe I almost let them get off easily…but then decided against it. It's more fun this way anyways ;P

Well, till next time

Shadow