AN: I just updated my GojoxKagome fic which is entitled, "Look into My Eyes" (check it out if you haven't!) and decided I wanted to 'torture' Megumi a bit hehehehe. Gosh, I am honestly soo excited to corrupt him (ahhh, my baby) and pour in the smut but alas for plot purposes, we have to be patient! Please review :)

Word count: 407

"Wouldn't it be the perfect crime?"

Kagome purrs seductively at the shell of his ear. Her perfect nose nuzzling in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. Letting her movements travel from his firm chest to the expanse of his broad shoulders in a tantalizing, tempting notion.

"C-crime?" Megumi forces the words out of his trembling lips in a whisper. Is this about all the people he killed? No, it can't be. They all deserved it.

Oh, fucking Kami.

Her hot breath is shooting sparks of electricity on his bare skin as his pants seem to sink further and further from his body.

"If I stole your heart and you stole mine?" Kagome's voice is silky and enticingly delicious, each word dripping like honey. She nibbles on his earlobe and her small hand clutches the length of his neck with her eyes closed. "Mmmm," she breathes.

Megumi remains silent, unable to form a coherent comeback to their back and forth wordplay.

Kagome tilts his neck to the side and drags her tongue across the exposed area. His muscles instantly tighten at the contact but he cannot pull away.

He gives out a low grunt while she continues swirling and nipping at his skin, leaving trails of love bites all over his neck as he feels the subtle touches of her delicate fingers lacing softly over his swollen bulge.

"Ran out of pickup lines, Fu-shi-gu-ro-kun~~~?" She drags his name in a sing-song voice and Megumi feels the older woman's smug smile against his skin, "I win… again," and then, she straddles him and pulls him in for a kiss.

All of a sudden, Megumi jolts up in alarm, sweating profusely as he has never had a dream as vivid as that. He wipes the bead of sweat pooling on his forehead and hastily removes the blanket from his body and becomes painfully aware of the growing bulge inside his shorts.

"Dammit," he mutters in irritation and picks up his phone to check the time, second guessing whether or not he should have texted Kagome earlier. Otherwise, he would never have such graphic dreams.

He opens his phone and his stomach drops as soon as he reads the following message on the screen.

"Megumi-kun, it's been awhile. Just tell me what you need and I'll be happy to help," is Kagome's reply.

There is no turning back now.