A/N: Self-medicating with meditation and excercise is doing wonders. I am feeling extra light and fluffy as I write this :3
Pairing: Kagome Higurashi x Sesshoumaru
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or its characters.
Wig
Kagome was drunk.
She was completely aware of this, even as she let her friend Sango buy her another shot of something purple, and possibly toxic. She lifted the small glass, raised it up in a toast to her friend and threw it back, swallowing as quickly as possible to avoid the taste hitting her tongue for too long.
"I haven't seen you cut loose in ages!" Sango praised, somehow maintaining composure despite how many drinks they'd already had in the last hour and a half. "I've missed you!"
"I've missed you too!" Kagome said, and she really meant it.
Since she had been dating Hojo, Kagome hadn't seen Sango as often. Hojo was incredibly old-fashioned and was totally against the idea of women hanging out in pulbic without their significant others. He also didn't drink. So every time Sango invited her out the past 3 months, she had to decline in order to avoid making her boyfriend upset. Now, however, she was free, and she had a lot of missed nights to catch up on.
"Here's to taking out the trash!" Sango said, raising an empty glass before her eyes focused on it. She met Kagome's eyes from across the table and the two of them burst into fits of drunken giggles. Maybe she wasn't so sober after all. Kagome wiped a tear from the corner of her eye and waved a hand at Sango.
"I'll get the next round," Kagome said, still breathless from laughing. "An actual drink though! No more shots!"
"Fine, fine," Sango agreed, fanning herself. "You have to take it easy anyway. You've been out of the game for a while."
Kagome rolled her eyes and let out another laugh as she got up from their table, snatching some cash from her purse, and making her way towards the bar, trying her best not to stumble as she made her way around other customers.
She truly appreciated Sango bringing her out tonight. Hojo had crossed a line a few weeks ago when he told her that she had to choose between him or Sango. Sango had just gotten engaged and had asked Kagome to be her Maid of Honor, and instead of Hojo being happy for her friend, he became irritated and told her that it was time for her to grow up and start acting like "a woman he could marry." Kagome was so angry that she had somehow become incredibly calm, walking to her bedroom, packing together the few things Hojo kept there into a trash bag, and bringing it back to him before asking him to leave. He had thought she was joking, but she gave him a warm smile, before she reached out to take his keys off her coffee table, removed the spare key to her apartment from the key ring, and told him he had ten minutes before she got the police involved.
She had never felt lighter.
Kagome leaned against the bar, smiling to herself as she waited for the bartender to notice her. She wasn't in a rush, and the place was pretty packed for a Wednesday night, so she knew it might be a minute or two before she got her order in. She was tipsy, she was relaxed, she could wait.
"Psst!"
Kagome jumped at the sound of Sango's voice in her ear. She turned her head to find Sango's face nearly pressed against hers, eyes glassy as she smiled excitedly.
"What? I've only been here thirty seconds!" Kagome laughed, glad that she wasn't the only one that was feeling the effects of the alcohol.
"That guy over there is totally checking you out!" Sango whispered loudly. Kagome's face flushed and she tried her hardest not to whip her head around immediately to see who she was talking about.
"Who?" she asked, whispering, but just as loudly as Sango was, so there was really no point.
"End of the bar, silver wig, face tatts," Sango said as she turned her head away to raise a hand to flag down the bartender that had just finished with a customer.
Kagome discreetly peeked over her shoulder, noticing the male in question immediately and felt her eyes widen when his own citrine orbs met hers. He. Was. Gorgeous. He was wearing a plain black T-shirt, but it was snug against his obviously fit body. She couldn't see his legs from where she stood, but she could tell that he was tall, even sitting in a barstool. The "wig" was a mane of long, startlingly silver hair that was tied loosely at the nape of his neck. His tattoos were exotic and tribal-looking and dear gods he was smiling at her. She gasped and turned back to Sango, who had just ordered two beers for them and was reaching to take the cash from Kagome's hand for a tip.
"That is not a wig," Kagome argued. "It can't be."
"Betcha twenty bucks it is," Sango said, holding her free hand out for her to shake.
Kagome usually would have laughed in her face and brushed the challenge off, but she had spent the last few months of her life feeling stifled and she was itching to do something dumb. This could be the perfect oppurtunity. She grinned wickedly at her friend and clasped her hand tightly, shaking it once and thanking the bartender as she brought them their drinks, casually telling the girl to put it on her tab.
"You're on!"
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Kagome felt her body shudder, her arched back finally relaxing as she rode out the waves of pleasure that were still coursing through her veins. She was panting, her body covered in sweat as she untangled her fingers from the silver locks that had just spent quite a bit of time between her thighs. She sighed as her guest let out a masculine chuckle before he crawled his way up her body.
Kagome took in the sight of his tangled mane with hooded eyes, noting that it was now mostly pulled out of the confines of the elastic that had been holding it back after her rough handling. She gave him a satisfied smile as he rested his body over hers, making her move her arms to wrap around his neck. He dipped his head to run his nose along hers, grinding his hips into hers at the same time and making her groan.
"Satisfied?" he asked, his voice husky as he shifted, his large hands taking hold of her thighs to wrap them around his waist.
"Yup," Kagome said, eyes closing as he pressed into her so slowly it was absolutely sinful. "Definitely not a wig."
A/N: And much fun was had *sparkle emoji* Let me know what y'all thought of this chapter! I live for your reviews! Much love, my readers!
