"There is one thing, Emma, which a man can always do, if he chooses, and that is his duty: not by maneuvering and finessing, but by vigour and resolution."
-Emma
Jane Austen
Kagome didn't notice Sesshomaru in the shadows. It was InuYasha's body that had procured her reaction. But when she rushed to her room she was distracted by what the card said.
El Salvador.
El Salvador, to Kagome, had been feed since birth in bedtime stories and nightmares. To her this land of her birth was a dualistic society filled with the hypocritical upper class and a poverty-stricken lower class. Kagome, being the daughter of a U.S. ambassador was subject to the droll and often unfeeling aristocrats.
However, she was more interested in the peasants, the people who by the time she was seven were winning the supposed downhill battle against their corrupt government and army. In fact, when Kagome though about it, she remembered that her father's life had been in danger before.
When they lived in El Salvador.
So when Kagome was five, they packed their bags and a more docile ambassador replaced her father. America couldn't risk another man like her father on the loose in a country where America funded the soldiers who murdered, rapes and pillaged the Salvadoran countryside. And the School of Americas is where it all began. Men such as Domingo Monterrosa, the most formidable men in charge of the war, was trained in this school for "soldiers." Kagome preferred the freedom fighters, the men such as Archbishop Romero and Father Rutillo Grande. Men whom believed in the fight for justice even when facing death. And her father believed the same.
Kagome moved to the U.S. with many changes. Her father quickly ran for Senate to fight for aide for the people of El Salvador. Kagome was forced to adjust to speaking English everywhere. She had been raised with Japanese roots and Salvadoran tied. And even though her tutors were the best her father could give, English and America held no passion for her. She longed for the beauty and majesty of the Salvadoran rainforests, the monsoon season's rejuvenating rainstorms, and the bright and glorious stars. At five, Kagome snubbed the skies of New York, full of pollution and strange smells. Central park was simply a joke compared to the nature surrounding a small town by the name of Gaurjilla.
A knock at the door stopped Kagome's reverie.
"Come in Sesshomaru," she muttered, knowing full well it was he. Indeed, Sesshomaru sauntered in with his usual stoic look.
"Did I interrupt something…?" his eyebrow cocked at this.
"I was just thinking about El Salvador and my childhood and the disgusting event subjected on people who did nothing except request free elections and better wages for farming." He smiled at her obvious annoyance.
"Just checking if everything was…well, normal." He was about to leave when she slammed the door closed before he could reach it. She is faster than I first believed, he thought.
With him pinned against the door by her arms on either side of his waist, Sesshomaru could hardly contain a laugh. Kagome barely came up to his shoulders and her slight form was towered by his own.
"Hold on a minute. Did I just hear correctly? Were you," she smiled devilishly, "perhaps…concerned about me?" Her attitude was too smug for Sesshomaru's liking. In an instant he had their positions flipped—his arms on either side of her head. He smiled wolfishly.
"Why does it matter to you, Kagome?" He whispered seductively, his lips almost brushing her own. His auburn eyes never left her own green ones.
Kagome as afraid. She had been teasing, but the look in his eyes seemed as if he could devour her in one bite. Their bodies weren't touching; he was just hovering inches, centimeters away from contact.
Kagome wanted him, yes, but not when it was pure lust. She had that with InuYasha. Now she wanted love. So, she said the first thing that came to mind—anything to stop the insanity his closeness was creating on her nerves.
"I met Jimmy Carter once…" Sesshomaru inched closer. "He supposedly knew about everything that was going on in El Salvador…" their bodies came together. "He didn't respond to the letter written to him by Archbishop Romero…"
Kagome was pressed up against the door with so much force she could barely breathe. She could feel every part of his body molding over hers and his extreme state of desire. Her words were coming out in pants. "I, I met Jimmy Carter when he was…the President" she scarcely murmured before he completely accosted her with his extreme need. He nipped and smashed her lips to his, bruising them with his intensity.
"Oh Kagome," he groaned.
Sesshomaru could hardly think. He had her where he had wanted her since the day he met her. And feeling her starting to submit made his sense go crazy. Just kissing her felt like small pieces of glass pressing into his body. The sensation was consuming, sharp, and so sensuous it was painful.
Kagome, on the other hand, was having a hard time remembering why she didn't want Sesshomaru to kiss her, touch her or anything beyond.
His hands had left the door to make a leisurely trip down her frame, enjoying the curves she supplied. Soon Kagome couldn't stop her hands from working their way into his buttoned shirt and discarding it completely.
Following her own vein, he removed her sweatshirt and jeans, leaver her bare—clad only in her lingerie. He smiled at the sight. It's typical of her ironic behavior to have a messy room but matching lingerie, he snickered to himself.
Kagome allowed herself pleasure in the fact that she was living out one of her fantasies with Sesshomaru. His body was always as she imagined it to be: strong and lithe—a man built for his job from the womb.
As Kagome's hands continued to rove over his torso, Sesshomaru's kissed became more wild and passionate—needy. His hands worked on her bra while his mouth followed the line of her neck. He sucked on caressed her delicate collarbone with his tongue, drawing a moan from Kagome. He kissed around her locket, something that always surrounded her swan-like neck. At this Sesshomaru could only do one thing: lead Kagome to the bed.
They said little except for the noises of passion. Sesshomaru made quick work of the rest of their clothes, almost unable to fully comprehend what he was doing. All he knew what the Kagome was the most beautiful woman he had ever see—her hair framing her face like an elegant portrait. As he nudged her legs apart he caught her eyes. With their orbs locked he gathered enough courage to begin to enter her passageway. But before he could bury himself fully inside her sweetness he was impeded by her maidenhood. For the first time in 26 years of his life Sesshomaru was completely surprised.
"Kagome…I…" he stuttered, befuddling his words, "you're a virgin?"
Kagome delicately brought her hand to his face, stroking his cheek.
"I waited for you…" she murmured.
And in a second they were joined more intimately than ever before. Even more than my brother…Sesshomaru's heart cried joyously. As he began to set a pace that suited his energetic mood he turned himself over to pure need and fulfillment. Kagome moaned beneath him, unable to form any thought beyond the fact that he was actually able to fit all of his large self inside her and that it felt even more amazing than anything she ever imagined. They rode the wave of desire until a white light pierced through the shadows and they joined each other in mutual oblivion.
Spent and sated Kagome nestled into her first lover's embrace.
Sesshomaru thought that if it only got better after the first time, he might die of pleasure. Gathering this new bundle to him his last thought before sleep claimed him was "mine, all mine."
However, sleep did not last long, for Sesshomaru, Kagome would soon learn, has stamina like no other man. Finally in the wee hours of the morning he allowed her to truly rest, but promised more fun to come.
And with a wink and a wolfish grin, he was asleep.
