I awoke with vigor; my mind would not rest (my heart too) until I told Kagome that I, well, that I perhaps lov— that I, well, might actually lov— that I want her. And after I confess we can go make hot monkey love in the airport while Inuyasha stares on in horror. Or perhaps that would be a little too kinky again and he would just have to hear us through the bathroom stall or something to that nature. Bloody hell, I'm being a little too optimistic here, aren't I? (Don't answer that) Anyways, I couldn't just let her leave for whatever it was she was going and just sit there and not believe that I well, that I lov—well, that I want her. It would be a travesty against the nation to make her think that what happened between us meant absolutely nothing and I was just going to let her get away without telling me the same or something like "fuck off" because that would make me let her go away too…but if she said "I love Inuyasha" then I totally wouldn't believe it…nope, nope, never, wouldn't believe it at all. NEVER….nope. Ah, blast it all, I need to get going.
It was like I was getting ready for work; dressing in my suit and trying to look halfway decent. I don't know, I just felt like I needed to try for her as I haphazardly dragged a comb through my outrageous mane. I mean, for me, looking good was never a problem; I had my routine down to a T that I didn't even have to try anymore and yet this morning I felt all wrong and discombobulated. Feeling disconcerted and unconfident wasn't something I was used to. In fact, I don't believe I ever felt that way. Hmm…wait, there was that one…no no, that was horny, not disconcerted…yes, well, I've never felt this way before. Perhaps it was because I was…well…that I lov—ahem, well that I really want her? Oh bugger, I'm going to miss the blasted plane.
I ran into the airport wondering what the hell I would actually do if I got anywhere near Kagome at all. I wondered if I could confess to her as Inuyasha stood there, staring at me and wondering what I was referring to and being confused as to what went on during his trip "away" or whatever he was doing. I searched through the check-in stands and I ran to the security check point wondering if she was already inside and prepared to buy any random ticket to get in there. I waited there, my heart sinking as every minute passed, I was about to leave when I spotted—no, not Kagome but Inuyasha's unmistakable hair, which was so much like mine. I had to already slap a few women's wandering hands away. Honestly, I know I'm gorgeous, but please restrain yourselves, I'm on a mission here.
Pushing through the crowd I made my way to Kagome and her unfortunate counterpart. Or fortunate, if you think about it another way. Oh well, no time to dwell.
"Kagome, I need—"
"Sesshomaru?" She looked up, surprised to see me, I suppose. Inuyasha whipped his head around at her comment and growled, pulling Kagome's arm closer to his body. Kagome glanced at Yasha before she brought her attention back to me. "Why are you here? Did we forget anything? Are you alright?" She said this quite quickly and before I had even begun to register half of what she said I was being checked over by her careful and delicate hands. Bringing her hands into mine before she searched even further and made an already uncomfortable moment (for me, blast my damn hormonal reactions) even more uncomfortable, I kissed her fingers.
"Please, can I talk to you for a minute?" Her eyes didn't stray from mine, she didn't even look back to seek Inuyasha's permission as I delicately pulled her into a secluded corner, under Inuyasha's unfortunately watchful eye.
"What's wrong, Sesshomaru?" I brought my finger to her lips to silence her, unable to speak for a moment, only capable of brushing my hand through her hair and pulling her closer to me.
"Kagome, Kagome, I love you, I need you with me. Please don't go with him, I need you more than anything." I held her tighter and then let her go, looking into her eyes, awaiting a response. My heart beat out of my chest, and I honestly felt a little sick. I can't believe I just said that. When she continued to look at me with complete confusion and silence, I brought her closer to me again. "I see, I understand, but just remember that I will always be here." It pained me so much; I was never denied anything before. "Just kiss me once more, like you mean it, before you go. Please." I leaned down and took her lips in a passionate kiss, unable to do anything to stop myself from dragging her body closer and deepening the kiss as she responded beautifully. I groaned harshly as her body moved against mine and before anything more could happen in the bloody airport I pulled away, pecking her lips gently to delay the inevitable. However, the inevitable was standing a few feet away and he was giving me a look that I couldn't decipher. I turned my attention back to Kagome and she stared back at me, her eyes wide and innocent, her shaking finger brushing her lips as if in disbelief. Oh, it was completely beautiful. I gave her a look that could only be described as longing as I left the circle of her arms, heart breaking but unable to look back for fear I wouldn't be able to leave. If she was happier with Inuyasha, then so be it. I would…I grit my teeth…support her in every decision she made because…well…I want her to be happy. I sighed. When had I become so pathetic?
Walking back to my car, completely dejected, I tried to look at the bright side of things. Its not like Kagome would be completely out of my life, I would see her often. And I could be close to her children and I would be an Uncle. However, it would probably hurt even more to see how happy she is without me, but at the same time, I think that I could survive as long as she smiled at me and hugged me and talked to me once in a while. I would even sacrifice the main living bedroom for her and Yasha; it was the only place for her to really live comfortably. And since I wouldn't be getting married, it would be unfair and most revengeful of me to keep it. Yasha had won, so why decide to be stubborn about anything anymore? At least he didn't kick me when I was down; there was no comment or anything when I turned away, when Kagome chose him. I looked up at the planes, landing and taking flight in the sky, wondering what I would be doing if I was the one Kagome was sitting next to in the plane. Would I be able to stand the long flight without ravishing her (and avoid the cramping of my long legs)? Would I act like we were already on our honeymoon, holding her hand and being a sweet husband to be? Or would I be disgruntled and sarcastic, my usual cold and caustic self, with her on my arm, laughing joyously despite my harmless complaints and grumbles (sounds more like it)? I shook my head from the thoughts, allowing my hair to wave around me in a cascading rainfall of hair and I wanted to cut it at that one moment. I couldn't believe that I could be so masochistic in this manner; actually allowing myself to think about these things that made me hurt so bad I could actually see red as my heart bleed down my shirt. Ah, a touch too graphic at times and yet, it didn't seem to matter at the moment. Still hiding behind the curtain of my hair I pulled out my keys and stepped up to my car and stopped. Again I wished to cut my hair but for different reasons as I shoved it back behind my head, permitting me to see clearly. My heart leapt out of my chest and practically jumped on her, it did. She was there, here, now, leaning against my car as if she belonged there (which, by all means, she did).
"Whateryou—" I stuttered, completely dumbfounded and slightly unable to think with all the butterflies in my stomach and my heart at the moment. Does this mean what I think it means, does this mean what I think it means, does this mean what I think it means? PLEASE let it mean what I think it means, please let it mean what I think it means, please let it mean what I think it means, please let it mean what I think it means.
"I never got to give you your real present," she smiled as she gracefully walked towards me and closed the gap between our bodies, her lips molding over mine. I broke away from the heavenly moment.
"What about Yasha? What about Australia? And you already gave me a Christmas present, in fact, you gave me several," I babbled incoherently, trying to understand what this could possibly mean. Was Yasha alone on the plane? Was the seat next to him empty? Did they get her baggage off the plane, because it is a safety hazard, you know, if you don't and that could mean that something could happen to her if they didn't get her baggage—she brought her hand to my face to cup my cheek. All trivialities melted away.
"Sesshou, I give you my heart this year and every other year to come." She smiled at me again and our lips found each other, seeking physical confirmation for what she voiced. It was in every caress, brush of quivering lips and little whimper she made when I subtly licked her lips. I drew away from her smiling truly, completely happy for the first time in a long while.
"Funny, I got you the same thing," I chuckled lightly, releasing that it was pathetically like some cheesy romance comedy.
"Merry Christmas Sesshou," she smiled once more, glancing over her shoulder to watch a plane rise to the air and fly away. She brought her gaze back to me as I drew her closer in my arms and tilted her chin up. We looked into each others eyes and I spoke the truth, hugging her tighter.
"Well, it seems we both have had a most rewarding Christmas…" I laughed lightly.
"Sorry I never gave you the perfect Christmas present."
"That's okay. I'm actually Jewish," she laughed as she kissed me again.
"WHAT? You mean I was supposed to get you EIGHT presents?" I yelled, flopping back against my car. "And I couldn't even get you one…" I looked back at her, completely amazed and overwhelmed, realizing that with her things just always had to be complicated. But it was a complicated I could live with. I think…
Now that's what I call a rewarding Christmas. Happy Holidays…
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Inuyasha lay back in his seat and sighed, unable to contain the smile on his face. Unfastening his seatbelt, he allowed himself a harsh bark of laughter before he controlled himself. He had enough time to laugh himself into a hysterical stupor once he got to Australia. Looking at the ground below he blew a kiss to the rapidly departing earth beneath him.
"Merry Christmas, brother. I hope you enjoy your present…" And with that comment he was laughing again, unable to contain the joy and rapture he felt at the evidence of a successful plan. Some would swear they could see a red sleigh…
FIN
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
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Hey ya'all—did you really think I could end it there? Nah…have faith, Sess always gets his girl, trust me. Oh well, in this fic at least. I hope you enjoyed the smashing conclusion to "Rewarding Christmas" for I sure did…I guess. Sorry it took so long! And onto my other stories…don't forget to write and tell me what you think. Thank you all for your reviews and responses, they are greatly appreciated.
I hope you read and enjoyed,
--MC