Hey there.  Thanks for the reviews.  Please more! 

(How can I actually resort to asking for reviews in this manner…?)

As for other Inuyasha characters being in here…who can tell yet.  There is definitely one other in this fic already, but as for even more than that…I'll see where the characters take me. 

Oh, by the way.  As to the marine biologist barb…it is certainly what you think it is.  You know who you are.  And if anyone else who knows me connects some private jokes in the story-beware- it isn't an accident.

Have fun and review.

-MC

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And that was enough of that.

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"Hey! I wasn't done!"

"Yes you are."

"And who says?"

"I do.  And don't respond before I punish you with my special brand of punishment."

"I'm quiet!"

"Heh heh heh…(BWWAHAHHAHAHAHA)!"

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So I found myself trying not to rush into my rooms immediately after the minx left.  I was a little upset about the whole hamburger incident but it was all forgotten when Carlton mentioned the mysterious locked door in her bedchambers.

Ah. My plan is working extraordinarily.

Note to self: Buy a platinum plated stapler for self when this venture is through.  You'll deserve it.

Well, I read into the night anyway.  It was a thoroughly engaging book about a man running from the CIA.  I believe the title was something like…Adrenaline.  Fabulous tale.  At about one I slipped into bed and I expected it was only a matter of time before Miss. Haughty was curious enough to open the door.

I was betting on ten minutes tops.  And about after seven minutes and eighteen seconds (I was counting in my head) a door creaked open and Carlton herself appeared on the other side. 

She was scantily clad in a practically sheer night garment but the moonlight showed that underneath she wore boxers.

This woman…

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"You got it wrong.  I believe it was a semi-sheer top with boxers.  You make it sound like it was one completely disgusting outfit.  Which it wasn't."

"Oh, I agree.  Definitely wasn't disgusting…"

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Anyways, she was in my room and looking sinful.  But I had to hold back my laugh as her eyes; finished surveying the rest of the room had landed on me.

That was my cue.

"Carlton…what are you doing here?"

She seemed rooted on the spot.

Her, speechless?  No witty comeback? 

A delicious sight to see.

But unfortunately it didn't last long.

She was almost…pleasant when silent.

"I don't understand the meaning of this."  Her eyes were darting towards the room behind her.

Can't have that, can we?

I got out of bed and slowly approached her and closed the door. 

Much better.

Note to self:  Find her wardrobe and slowly infect it with Gucci lingerie.

What a good idea.

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"That's where they came from!  I was wondering…"

"…"

"And yes I noticed that all of my old lingerie was burned.  Bastard…Stop smiling!"

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"So, what are you doing here?"

She truly started squirming when I brought my hand to her cheek and stroked the soft skin until a telltale blush was produced on her face before my eyes.

I very much enjoyed the effect I had on her.

"I…I just went through the door—key…I…you…"

It was so amusing to see her squirm with a touch.  Too bad it had to end.

"What key?" And as I thought it would her practically dreamy eyes ignited in a glorious anger at the injustice I was doing her.

"I believe I would remember giving you a keep to my chambers."

God she was easy to rile up.  Her hands were clenched at her side and for a moment I thought she was going to hit me when she immediately became calm.  I did not like the fact that I couldn't read her eyes anymore.

"Oh Sesshomaru," she whispered huskily while trailing a finger across my lips gently, "I cannot fool you.  I have to admit that I have been wanting you for some time," she turned her eyes back to me and out of nowhere cupped me though my pants. "Badly," she murmured. 

Let's just say I rose to the occasion.

Carlton then grabbed my neck and brought my head down to hers where she instantly grasped my bottom lip with hers and began suckling.

And then she moved her sucking and nipping to my ear where she whispered delightful things in my ear. 

I knew I would get her eventually.  It was all a matter of time…and know-how.  Ah…but the way she had said my name—it rolled off her tongue like fine wine.

I groaned when her tongue traced my lip and she simultaneously squeezed my package. 

"Gotcha," she whispered against my lips.

It took a moment to register for I had unconsciously tried to capture her own soft rose petal lips with my own when she removed her body from my person.

Giving an extra sway to her hips Carlton left my room and I heard her lock the door on her side.

I was right when I delightfully labeled her a vixen.

No woman had ever made me putty in her hands.  No woman had reduced me to a quivering mass of sperm screaming to be released.

But as I laid back in bed despite the need to relieve myself I couldn't help smiling at the fact that she was bringing the fight into territory I excelled at.

I wasn't one to brag, but I was called a "sex god" on numerous occasions.

Note to self: Nice try at humility.  No one was convinced.  Improve acting skills.

Two can play this game.  And I would play it ruthlessly…

However, Carlton had other plans.

At breakfast I summoned my annoyingly faithful servant Jaken to tell me if Miss. Tease had eaten yet.  He replied in the negative.  Just then the subject of our discussion decided to join me.

"Sorry I slept in," she said through yawns, "I just had such a comforting and restful sleep last night. What about you?"

I resisted the urge to growl.  I had been up since she left me last night.  But she didn't need to know that.

"I slept pleasantly as usual."

"Did you now?  That would explain the bags under your eyes."

I almost got up and checked if her accusations were true.

Almost.

I'm not that narcissistic, okay?

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"Yeah right, you know you were checking your reflection in the glass cabinet above my head."

"Woman, I was doing no such thing!"

"Yeah, my ass."

"Humph…what ass?"

"You did not just—"

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"Really Carlton, 'you are so comical you should perform in the town square.'"

I was about to take a bite of my toast when her next comment made it fall forgotten from my hands.

"'Emma'?"

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

"Did you just quote 'Emma'?"

There was no way out if it now.

"Yes I did, is there a problem, Carlton?"

"No, no.  It is just so unusual for a man such as yourself to freely quote a noted Victorian romance comedy written by Jane Austen."

"I dabbled in Jane Austen books."

"Dabbled?"

"Okay, I read a few of her books…"

"Few?"

"Damn it, Carlton, I read them to Rin!"

Again, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK. 

What was it with this woman that made me want to tell her my whole life story?  Which was quite…short.  To say the least. 

However, I was snapped back to attention by the quiet nature of her voice. 

"Is Rin…your girlfriend?"

"For heaven sakes no!"

I barely grasped the somewhat relieved expression that washed over her face for the briefest of moments.  What did that mean?

"Rin is my daughter."

"Oh."

I waited for the next obvious question.

"Where is she?"

"Rin is currently at boarding school.  But she will be home in about a week to meet you and spend some time here with me."

"Oh."

"Go ahead.  Ask them all."

She was going to find out sooner or later.  And I would rather her hear it from me than second hand from some person who had no idea what they were talking about.

"Where is the mother?  Were you married before?  How old is Rin?  And why are you reading her Jane Austen books?"

I sighed and rubbed a temple.

"I don't know where the mother is, yes we were married, Rin is seven and I want her exposed to classic literature at a young age."

I raised my eyes to search her amazingly bright green orbs.  She took my subtle hint to drop the subject and began to eat her own breakfast.

I wasn't much in the mood for putting my plan into action but it had to be done.

She couldn't go unpunished for what she put me through last night.

"I am coming back here for lunch today and I expect you to join me."

Either my tone left no room for arguments (which I doubted with her) or my recent bearing of my soul affected her more than I thought (most likely the case) for she nodded and left the table surprisingly silent.

Allow her the morning to mull over all this new information.

Work wasn't as glorious as I thought it would be.  My usual safe haven from my home life wasn't distracting me from the thoughts of her.  Carlton.  Kagome?  No, Carlton.

Lunch was slow in coming that day.  When I did get home I was surprised to see Carlton already sitting at the table.  Was she learning, perhaps?

"Come, lunch shall be in the gardens today."

I led her by the arm out to my preplanned spot and set her down on the ground placed on a convenient blanket.

I suppressed a chuckle at her obvious discomfort.  If she only knew…

The chef had prepared tea sandwiches at my request and as Carlton was about to reach for one I stopped her hand.

"Allow me."

I took a sandwich and scooted closer to her and delicately pressed it to her lips.  She eyed me warily over the sandwich but finally opened her mouth and began to eat when she met my impassive eyes.

I continued to feed her.

However, she became truly disconcerted when a bit of cucumber and cream cheese was left on the corner of her mouth…and I slowly leaned in and licked it off.  Her eyes grew wider when I dragged my tongue across her lips and I was rewarded with her moan and her eyelids dropping.

Lunch was forgotten.

'Gotcha back' my mind screamed at me to whisper to her, but nothing came out as I cupped her cheek and brought my lips to hers in a soft and stimulating kiss.  My eyelids closed when she wrapped her arms tentatively around my neck, tangling her small fingers into my hair. 

My kiss then became demanding as I pressed more of my body against her and I parted her sweet lips to taste her for the first time. 

I couldn't stop myself to tease her back.  Her taste was like a stimulant and I had to have more.

I groaned as she began to unbutton my shirt, her fingers brushing my chest in minute contact sending shivers throughout my body.

Carlton finally got the offending shirt from my body and she broke the kiss to plant her wet mouth repeatedly down my neck as her hands roved my bare chest.

"Kagome…" I breathed out as she took one of my nipples into her mouth.  Her not, clammy, yet soft hand was almost inside my pants when I felt her smile against my skin.

"Nice try."

No, not again!

"I especially liked the part when you said my name…"

She got up and readjusted her clothing.

She couldn't just—

"But I need you!"

That didn't go exactly as I planned but I was desperate.  It was taking all my control to not force her back down on the blanket.

Kagome smiled wolfishly at my disheveled form and me.  Lust radiated from her eyes and I only now realized the huskiness of her voice.

"Cry me a river, Kingston."

And with that she walked away, albeit looking slightly worse for wear and uncomfortable.

But in my current state I shouldn't be talking.

She was going to get it tonight.  She'll be sore for a month and won't be able to walk for a week.  Ah, this would be fun.

But right now I had to go back to work and manage to calm myself down in the process. 

Score: Carlton—3 million

            My ego—negative 750