A/N: Back again! By the way, the title means 'My house, tonight?'
[Disclaimer]: I do not own Inuyasha. If you ask me, I'm starting to get tired of it.
WARNING: Slightly limey!
~ * ~ Chapter 13: Mon Chez, ce Soir? ~ * ~
An old lady walked down the concrete stairs with a shopping cart full of soda cans.
Clang-clickety-clang the cart went as she hobbled down the long flight of stairs. The old woman's cheeks puffed out in irritation when a couple of cans fell out.
Was no one going to help her?
Just then, a young man walked up to the old lady to her. He lifted up the handle bar and dragged the cart down the stairs with him. Next, he picked the old lady up easily and carried her down the stairs as well. He set her down gently on a nearby bench.
The young man winced as she pulled out a few silver strands.
"Oh, thank you sonny," the young man noticed the old woman's wrinkles around the eyes lighten as she smiled. "Thank you so much, Sesshoumaru-sama."
The young man grew stiff as a board at the mention of his name. He started to feel the whisper of panic flutter in his stomach.
Sesshoumaru shook his head. I'm being ridiculous.
"You are welcome." Sesshoumaru patted the lady's hand in a mother hen fashion then briskly walked away.
~ * ~
Kagome was running late, and that was one of his pet peeves. But he couldn't find it in himself to be mad at her.
She always won every single fight.
Sesshoumaru corrected himself almost immediately.
She's not late; we didn't set a direct time.
He curled his upper lip in a snarl as he sat down on a dingy step. Damn, why'd I say the subway station?
He put his head between his knees and started to think.
What am I going to do? I love her, but what will my father say? Sesshoumaru lifted his head and smirked. I know what he would say.
Sesshoumaru's countenance grew darker as he imagined how red his father's face would get as he yelled louder and louder.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
He almost jumped at the sound of her voice.
Almost.
Sesshoumaru smiled a little; he felt lighter in her presence. "Nothing, let's go."
Kagome smiled and linked her arms with his.
"So, where are we going?" They had reached the surface already. The sun shine bright in Sesshoumaru's eyes, making them cat-like. He spun her around and nipped her nose playfully.
"My house."
~ * ~
Sesshoumaru was sprawled out on his bed with the sheets tangled in his legs below. His mouth was halfway open and he was snoring softly. The image was cute.
Kagome had felt dirty after leaving the subway and she convinced Sesshoumaru to let her take a shower 20 minutes prior.
'We're going to get dirtier later on, anyway. So what's the point.'
She giggled as she remembered their conversation. He definitely hadn't been this playful before.
She looked at his face glowing against the black sheets and pillowcases. The contrast of colors made him look like an angel and his silver hair surrounded him like a halo.
She padding softly to the bed and gently stretched alongside his body. The ends of her raven-wing hair curled delicately past her shoulder blades. She silently traced his high cheekbones and the tender curve downward to his mouth.
She treated him the way he looked – like a porcelain doll that would break at the slightest harsh touch.
Her fingernails traced the graceful curve of his neck and down, down, down, to his muscular chest. She scraped her nails gently down to his abdomen and started to rub his hard muscles in circles.
Twitch.
She jumped slightly. What the hell was that?
She felt long fingers grab her wrists and pull her up.
Sesshoumaru captured her lips in a passionate kiss. He'd been enjoying her *wandering* hands until she reached his ticklish spot.
He unraveled the black towel from around her body and discarded it with her dirty clothes in a far off corner. Her breasts jiggled slightly from the friction and he moaned at the feel.
He placed his thumb and index finger on her beating pulse – she loved it when he did that – then his fingers snaked their way up in her damp tresses. He massaged her scalp at the base of her neck; she loved that too.
Kagome wasted no time and quickly discarded his silk boxers. She slammed down onto him with a vengeance. It'd been awhile . . .
~ * ~
She didn't want it to end, but eventually it did. And when it did, they were spent.
Kagome lay on top of Sesshoumaru panting heavily. She loved the feel of his chest rising up and down. She loved the sound of his heavy breathing. She loved the feel of his artist's fingers running through her hair and making her scalp feel tingly.
She loved everything about him.
She just wished she knew that he loved everything about her. Her eyelids started to droop until she heard Sesshoumaru stir and whisper something.
He started to nod off and slipped. "I love you, Kagome."
It wasn't until a few moments of heavy silence that he realized his mistake.
A/N: Bum-bum-bum! There ya go!