A/N: Thanks to everyone that is reviewing to this story! I am glad that you all enjoy it. I still have plenty up my sleeve too! mawuahaha! Anyway, this chapter is more angsty than the others, but with every high comes a low...just think of it as balancing out the humor aspects, and don't worry, we will be back to humor soon! Enjoy!

A First for Everything

Chapter 10

Kagome sat trembling on her couch. As much comfort that it brought her to be back in her own apartment once again, the night's events had still left her shaken. What the fuck had just happened?

She had won this round, but what had caused it? Why did he insist upon coming up to her and Miroku? But more importantly, why was Sesshomaru so angered by what she had said? After all, he was the one who had said that she was only a fling.

Sighing, her hands traveled up to cover her face. She let out a frustrated scream, but the sound came out muffled from the position of her hands. Falling back upon the cushions, Kagome stared at the ceiling. She had gotten herself into a sticky situation, and she did now know how to get herself out of this one.

One of her hands slipped down, trailing lazily over her lower lip. She could still remember the intensity that Sesshomaru had used in their kiss. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The electricity that shot through her body had almost been her downfall. If he would have been more insistent, he would have gotten what he wanted.

'Why must I be so weak?' Kagome thought.

She wondered what the future would be like, working under an egotistical aristocrat such as Sesshomaru. She hoped that Kami would save her from the wrath of seeing him everyday.

Somewhere deep within her mind, she protested slightly at the thought. Shaking her head, she dismissed the little voice. It was only natural that you hold a vague attachment to your first. Even is he is an asshole, right?

Sesshomaru walked down the hall of his company, a grim expression marring his beautiful features. Fellow workers cowered against the wall as he walked past, afraid to anger, or even encounter, the man. His aura was more toxic than usual.

His normal golden eyes were darkened in a visible rage. No one had ever seen the great Sesshomaru Tashio in such a state. Stiff and calculated, everyone knew that speaking to him would be a direct threat on their lives. None of them wished to die today.

Even his usual scowl was twisted into a wicked snarl. Strange thoughts continued to haunt Sesshomaru. He could not understand why he was so moved by the occurrences of last night. It bothered him even more that all of these emotions were triggered by Kagome Higurashi.

As her name flashed through his mind, so did the images of her naked flesh. He could remember her long, spindly legs as they wrapped around his waist. The softness of her skin as it responded to his touch, and the sweet taste of it in his mouth. Memories of her intensity flowed with them. Her bright, expressive orbs as they watched him move displayed nothing but sincerity. What she said could not be true.

'How dare she deny the pleasure,' his mind snapped. His fists clenched restlessly at his side as his stride lengthened. She was the only woman that had ever dared to challenge him. No one had ever dared to deny him in such a way, or refuse his presence. This woman had to be stopped. She caused so much to rise from him.

Sesshomaru's mind wandered back to last night, to where her words had caused his to react strangely.

Flashback

"Sesshy, I can cheer you up," Kagura said as she slithered up to his side.

Sesshomaru's face cringed as she touched him. The midnight air had been cooling his seething rage, but now it was beginning to rise again. His annoyed gaze drifted down to her, but she did not notice the silent warning.

"Remove yourself from me, woman," he growled, his amber eyes searing into the shorter woman.

"But, Sesshy..." she started.

Snarling, he moved away from her. "My name is not Sesshy, wench. It would be wise if you refrained from using it to address this royal person."

Pouting, she moved back to him, grabbing onto his arms with hers.

"I know I won't have to fake with you. Allow me to give you what you need," she whispered, rising on her tiptoes to breathe into his ear.

The feel of her breath on his skin pushed him over the edge. Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist, twisting it until Kagura winced in pain.

"No. Leave me," he seethed.

Not to be pushed away, Kagura frowned. She was not giving up so easily. Wrenching herself from his grasp, she raised both of her hands to his shirt. Sliding them underneath the expensive fabric, she ran her manicured hands up the chiseled expanse of his body.

Normally, he would have been aroused by such an action. But not now. Growling once more, he pulled back, pushing her away from him. He was revolted. The feel of her hands over his body had overwhelmed him with a sense of disgust.

Turning away from her, he strode away into the night, eager to flee that wretched place.

End Flashback

What had Kagome done to him? Never has a woman done this. Was she a witch? She had to be to effect him like so. But it did not matter, he would stop her.

Kagome smiled as she walked from the office into the white expanses of the hall. Today she had gotten to speak to Hojo. His timid ways amused her and his caring nature calmed her. It was a nice change of pace to be around someone that did not have ulterior motives. Glancing quickly up and down the hall, she was relieved to see that Sesshomaru was not around. She hoped that Hojo did not notice her tentative behavior.

As she continued to walk, she couldn't help but notice the distraught and terrified faces of the office workers. Her smile began to fade as she heard snip-its of their conversations.

"...If looks could kill..."

"I almost ran into him by accident. I have never been so afraid for my life."

"I have never seen him so angry. Whatever it was, it must have been important."

Kagome glanced at the strangely. Who were they talking about?

"I feel sorry for whoever encounters Mr. Tashio today."

Her long legs stopped moving. A frown overcame her elegant features, but confusion prevailed in her large blue eyes. 'Sesshomaru's in this explosive mood?' she thought. 'I wonder if it has anything to do with last night."

Images of Sesshomaru's enraged face raced through her mind. She had insulted him quite a bit. She shifted her weight uneasily and focused her gaze to the floor. She had even lied to him. As much as she wanted to deny it, her activities with Sesshomaru were anything but fake. One touch from the man was enough to make her melt. But it was not like she was going to admit that to him.

"Miss Higurashi? Are you alright?" asked a timid worker.

Kagome lifted her eyes to address the concerned worker. Answering softly, she replied, "Yes, I'm fine. Thank you."

She faked a small smile before she continued on her way again. She not meant to zone out like that. Resuming her pace, she shook her head. She had to focus on what really mattered: escaping this building with coming into contact with Sesshomaru Tashio. 'I shouldn't be thinking about that asshole,' she thought. 'But seeing how mad he got was a bit endearing.'

Kagome almost tripped over her own feet. 'Where the hell did that come from?'

The twisting corridors of the halls slowly made her weave past offices that she had never seen before. Where the hell was she? How had she managed to get lost?

Sesshomaru was pacing rabidly in the small expanse of his private office. He had heard the office workers talking about him, but he could not act upon it. He would not be able to control his rage if he did. There was also rumor that Kagome Higurashi was in the building today. His blood boiled. He wanted to confront her, he needed to do something. His hands twitched at his side as he remembered her softness. 'No!' he growled to himself. 'I will not lower myself to that!'

Approaching footsteps rang through his ears. His movement stopped as he glared at the half open door. Curiosity peaked him as he moved closer to see who had invaded his private sector. His gold eyes widened slightly before they lowered with oncoming rage.

Silken black hair bounced behind her as she moved slowly through the hall. He could read the confusion in her vivid eyes. The elegant woman sauntered past his open door, not even noticing that he laid behind it.

His eyes flashed. He would take care of this problem now.

Panic did not strike her until a hand roughly grabbed her bicep. A squeak came from her lips as she was pulled back into one of the open doors. She hadn't even seen anyone around. When had this happened?

The door slammed as she half-fell through the passageway, closing her off from the safety of the public. Who had grabbed her? What did they want with her?

Her back was slammed into the wall. She closed her eyes as she connected with the wall, wincing slightly. The offending hand was still trapping her arm while she felt another hand came up by her neck. As she slowly opened her yes, she thought, 'Please don't let it be...Sesshomaru..."

Ragging amber eyes burned into her skin. Long silver strands fell from his shoulder, brushing against the bare skin of her arms. The feeling would have been erotic if he did not have the grim look of death upon his face. Thin pressed lips hid the scowl that she knew that he was hiding. She shivered as his figure leaned over her.

"Wench," he hissed.

Sesshomaru's grasp tightened until it was almost painful to Kagome. Her eyes flashed with rage. Trying to pull away, she twisted in his grasp, hoping to flee. But he held her still.

"What are you doing? Let me go!" she cried out.

"No," he replied. Sesshomaru could feel her shaking lightly against the planes of his body. Normally he would have smirked at this.

Kagome knew from his tone that she would have no choice but to comply. Narrowing her eyes, she bit out, "What do you want, Lord of the Fluff?"

Growling softly, she pushed closer to her, enjoying the feel of her fear.

"I do not need your sarcasm."

"And I do not need you pinning me to the wall. You can do that to your whores."

Pushing her body back harder, he lowered his face until he was a breath away from her face. Kagome began to shake even more. This man had already proved to be unpredictable. Her attack on his pride had sealed her date for disaster. It was now time to pay the piper.

"Do not test this Sesshomaru. It would not prove to be a wise decision."

Snorting, she tried to move away from his face. The closeness of his body was unnerving her, causing her pulse to speed up. She would not have the courage to stand up to him if things kept up like this.

"Although I am sure that you would tell me, regardless of my asking, I am going to anyway. Why is that?"

Smiling bitterly, his low voice floated to her. "I can make your life nothing but hell. I control you."

Gasping in rage, she twisted hard, struggling to free herself. "You bastard! How dare you say such a thing! There is no way in hell that I would let a prick like you control my life!"

"Think again, Kagome. I control you through a contract. You are mine to do with what I please. I can see that you never write another piece ever again. I can make sure that you live in nothing but poverty."

Tears began to fall softly from her eyes. 'He's right,' she thought. 'The contract...'

With a shaking voice, she continued to challenge him. "You're threatening me? Would that be wise for 'this Sesshomaru?' How are you so sure that I won't sue you for harassment?"

Pulling back slightly, he confidently replied, "Do as you please. However, you will never win your case. Who would believe you? There were no witnesses. There is also the fact that you were a willing partner in our activities."

Removing his hand from her arm, he slowly traced it across her cheek, collecting her tears with his fingers. "It would be in your best interests if you were a good girl from now on."

Seething with fear and rage, Kagome raised her now free hand. Pulling it back slightly, she swung as hard as she could. Her hand made contact with Sesshomaru's smooth, flawless cheek.

His face moved with the force, turning to the side to soften the blow. Pulling back her hand, her eyes widened as the bright red mark that was forming on his face. But she could still see the golden eyes peeking from the veil of his hair, watching her with shocked eyes.

Wasting no time, Kagome pulled away, quickly fleeing to the door. Looking back, she saw Sesshomaru standing in the same position that she had left him in.

His fist was clenched at his side, and every few moments his arm would twitch. His other arm was still pushed against the wall. It now seemed as if it was there to support his body. The molten orbs followed her every movement, as if deciding on whether to follow her or not.

Now tears rushed down her heated face. Calling out quietly, she knew that he was fighting his rage. She also knew that his focus was upon her. Kagome had finally gotten his undivided attention.

"I'm sorry...but you deserved that."

Turning, she pulled open the door and fled into the hall.

TBC...