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He watched as she undid the final toggle, her scent flooding with embarrassment. He scowled slightly at the sight and smell of her unshed tears. He did not want her crying or upset, that was not his goal. She continued looking down as he made his way behind her.
Her hands reached up to shrug the coat off but he put his hands on hers to stop her. She startled and gave a little hop, turning her head back and finally meeting his gaze.
Sesshoumaru frowned as a tiny tear made its way down her cheek. He gently wiped it away with his thumb and gave her a little nuzzle for support. Her blush deepened but she did not back away or make any move to deny his advances.
He took her coat in his hands and slowly helped it down her arms, she turned away again as the coat made its way down her back. His eyes widened as he took in the flimsy material that clothed her. There had in fact been something underneath her coat, but to call this clothes would be to call Jaken tall.
He let the coat fall to the floor as he took in the view. Her hair was currently covering up half of her back, so with great care he gathered the midnight tresses and let them fall over her shoulder, exposing her back to him.
He was not disappointed. Two thin straps that crisscrossed held the piece of cloth together, the lower half barely covering the swell of her bottom, leaving even more of her legs visible for his viewing pleasure. He admired her smooth skin and generous curves. He wished to hold her and kiss his way down the exposed skin, but she held her arms against her stomach, clearly still too abashed to relax.
This would not do, he wanted to see the confident miko that was willing to go against him even when he was transformed. The miko that would talk to him without worrying about choosing her words. He wanted Kagome.
Taking his index finger, he slowly dragged his claw down her back, being mindful not to hurt her or the garment with his claw. She shivered and erupted in gooseflesh. He smiled and with a hand on her waist turned her to face him. She gasped losing her balance, her hands reaching out to his shoulders for support.
The front of her dress was even more sensuous, the deep cut allowed him to see down into her breast, leaving very little to the imagination. 'Where exactly and with whom was she going dressed like this?' He wondered. The thought plagued him, but he pushed it aside for now, he would demand an answer after. For now, he would have to be appeased that the one benefiting from her attire would be him and no one else.
Cupping her cheek he met her eyes. They no longer held tears, instead they glimmered with curiosity. He leaned forward and her eyes closed. 'Good.' His lips met hers and this time she sighed in content. The kiss was soft, and teasing. He allowed her to control it, still hoping to bring some of her fire out. She gained a little confidence and pushed up on her toes, putting a little more pressure against him. His hands wound around her waist for support as he kissed her back with the same force.
Her hands found their way around his neck and with the tiniest little nip of his lip she asked for more.
He grunted in approval and kissed her without reserve, letting his tongue run across her lips and against her own. The taste of her had his head swimming in arousal, the scent that so captivated him strengthened and he pulled her closer still, the thin fabric allowing her skin to touch against his in a delightful way.
More, he needed more. With a growl he lifted her off her feet, pressing her against him completely as he made his way to the middle of his bed.