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-MC
"Well, she has, however. But now the cat's out of the bag! I found out some things!"
-A Streetcar Named Desire
Kagome ran up to her room thoroughly disheveled. Not only was her heart racing insanely fast but when she reached around her neck to find comfort in playing with her locket per usual she found it missing. She frantically searched about the room but discovered nothing.
And then she understood the mysterious glint in Sesshoumaru's eyes.
Anger burned through every orifice of her body. He did NOT know the importance of that locket.
Kagome knew where he would be—especially if he expected to succeed in seducing her. He may be a clever, talented bodyguard but he was still a man. And she wasn't entirely naïve. And to top it off, she knew how his mind worked.
So, that is where she found him, lounging on his window seat reading a book. She had to be calm. She had to have control of the situation.
"Where the hell did you put my locket?" Kagome shouted, racing over to him and jumping on his stomach.
So much for being calm, she quickly thought before she began searching everywhere for her locket: she went to no ends to find something that important. During another impromptu search though Sesshoumaru's pants she felt something rise beneath her hands.
Something very hard.
Glancing down, Kagome noticed exactly where her hands had wandered off.
And by his reaction, he was enjoying her position straddling his thighs as well. Cool terror coursed through her body as she slowly brought her eyes level with his own. His expression was of complete calmness, but his eyes showed a tumult of red-hot lust and his hands kneading her hips were starting to hurt. He quickly grabbed Kagome's bottom and rammed her against his burgeoning erection. With his other hand he pushed himself up to kiss her. Kagome unconsciously moved away and in the process wiggled, drawing a moan from Sesshoumaru. Throbbing uncontrollably he was able to finally catch her lips in an ardent kiss, however the feel of tears against his lips proved to lessen his need. Sliding her back onto his thighs he sat up fully, leaning his back against the wall.
"Please, please can I have my locket back now?" Kagome whispered.
She then buried her head in the crook of his neck for comfort. He was the closest thing she had to a boyfriend and even though the words were never spoken she drew reassurance from the fact that he could eventually become her boyfriend. Sesshoumaru hugged her close and brought his hands to stroke her hair. With his other hand he took out the locket from a pocket in his pants and placed it around her neck.
"Kagome, why is this so important to you?" His tone was gentle and Kagome felt she could confide in him. She sat up, sliding more comfortably into his lap. He was still slightly aroused and her movements didn't help the situation. But he willed his desire to dissipate as she began speaking.
"My mother gave it to me. It was a gift for my fifth birthday. She told me that one day I would find a sweetheart who meant enough to me to put his picture in the locket…she…she gave an identical one to my sister, but kept it for her fifth birthday."
At this she almost choked on her silent tears, but Sesshoumaru had lifted up her shirt and was tracing soothing circles on the small of her back. She shifted even closer, leaning completely against his body and resting her head on his shoulder.
"But then, one night, something happened. A big fire, gunshots, soldiers everywhere. We had stayed the night at the UCA because on the priests told us it was not safe to return home. The shouts were deafening…my, my mother carried my sister out into the hall; my father and I close behind. The fire was so hot and the stench of death was near. To avoid soldiers my father and I ducked behind the bushes, silently mouthing to my mother and sister to follow. They didn't see us. And they were taken…"
She was crying outright now, but she gathered strength from his strong and intense embrace…
"The soldiers killed my sister instantly. Her body was thrown into the air and splayed with their bayonets. My mother was another story. Father was still in shock from the fire for he had asthma and the smoke was parching his throat and making it hard to breath. I was frozen in fear. So when they took her away all I could do was stare as her screams pierces the night. I still don't know what they did, but I don't think I ever want to know. After the soldiers dragged most of the six murdered Jesuit priests out onto the grass they left, leaving my father and I free to leave. The night was November 16, 1989. I was five years old…
"You don't have to go on, " Sesshoumaru whispered tenderly. To say that her story pained him was an understatement. Not only was this beautiful woman stronger than he could ever imagine she was so courageous in telling her story so openly to him. A man who, in the immortal words of Jane Austen, "had humbled her and lectured her and she had borne as no one could have borne it." She was perfectly candid. But he couldn't continue to see her suffer.
"Please, just let me finish, Sesshoumaru, please." He kissed her forehead light in compliance.
"No one really knew we were there until they discovered my mother and sister dead. I never cried about it, until now. I put their pictures in my locket where a future sweetheart should be. So I have them close to my heart at all times. Perhaps, through me, they may live on…"
Her voice had reduced to simply a small whisper. Sesshoumaru picked her up and placed her upon his bed. Climbing in after her he cradled her in his arms and she hugged him close. Before she totally fell asleep she muttered a small "thank you."
Sesshoumaru was disturbed by her tale, her past. How could one so young ever hope to recover from something so tragic? He hardly knew. All he did know was that every day, every passing moment, his feelings for Kagome were growing. This sunshine princess was melting his ice heart. For sunshine she was, living her life to the standards she set for herself. Never before had he wanted to be so close to a woman without having sex with her. Never before was he actually interested and compassionate by a woman's dramatic rehash of her past.
But Kagome was different.
She knew him, really knew him, before they slept together. Usually Sess was a one-night stand kind of guy, but Kagome changed all that. He spent all last night making love to her and he still wanted more from her. He wasn't' bored. In fact, he was even more intrigued.
And then came the mystery and her unintelligible past. She was somehow a key to all this, and her story had convinced him even further that his hunch was correct. But someone wanted them to know about El Salvador being the topic of interest. Either friend or foe, Kagome and he were still on dangerous territory.
Sesshoumaru lightly fingered her locket. It was a traditional gold piece with her initials on the front. Kagome unconsciously pulled him nearer in her sleep finally persuading him to join her in slumber. And with a gentle kiss upon her nose he did just that, happy that even through all this confusion, Kagome still might yet be his.
