Important A/N: It seems as though there are many concerns about Kagome's lack of self control towards Sesshomaru. I just wanted to say don't worry. There are still many twists and ideas up my sleeves for future chapters. Kagome will have her revenge-just have some patience. With this lack of control, I was trying to display some of Kagome's unconscious attraction/connection to Sesshomaru. It is in no way trying to display Kagome as a weak individual. I hope this has cleared up some of your concerns.
Also, Lily of the Valley asked me where I get my ideas from. I really don't know where they come from, they just kind of come to me. But if I am struggling, I try to think of what would be the most entertaining, or the most unexpected from a normal situation. For example, look at the situation with Kagome and Sess in this chapter. I have never read a story where this situation occurs. I hope you enjoy it! I certainly liked writing it!
A First for Everything
Chapter 17
The dark hair man sat still, calmly taking in the scenery around him. He cautiously watched the people of Tokyo mill around the streets. Nestled into a comfortable patio chair, he allowed the sun to bask across his pale skin. His legs were crossed casually, his left arm stretched across the table as his right arm lay close to the drink upon the white table top. Raising a dark eyebrow, his right arm slowly moved up to grab the beverage before taking the liquid to his lips. After satisfying his thirst, his lavender eyes darted over to his companion, rolling up and down their figure.
Beside the man sat an equally dark haired woman. Her raven hair shone in the sun, creating cerulean hues to travel down the strands. Her body was thin and long. She was also comfortably resting in a chair, seemingly unnerved by the hectic chaos of the Tokyo residents. One shapely leg was folded under her body while the other dangled to the ground. Her right arm rested by the table while her left was held in her lap. The glass on the table seemed to be untouched by the woman. The intelligent, dark orbs were trained on the man beside her, waiting for him to finish his thinking and resume their conversation.
Smiling lightly, his eyes ran down her slender neck to her chest. He traced he outline of her breasts with his eyes.
"My face is up here," she said lowly, but calmly.
Quickly responding from experience, his eyes shot back up to her face, which was currently displaying a slight frown. "My apologies. I cannot help but be distracted by your beautiful form."
Rolling her eyes, she said, "Well, what do you think?"
He turned back to the street, gazing out over it as he thought. Tapping his fingers softly on the table, he replied, "I think that both of them are a bit clueless about the entire situation."
"Yeah, I think you are right about that. It's rather funny though, because both of them are rather obvious with their affections," the woman said, also turning to look out over the street.
"It will be difficult to get him to admit his feelings for her," the man began, glancing at the dark haired woman from the corner of his eye. "Matter of fact, I think it will be difficult to even get him to recognize that he has feelings for her."
"Are you sure that he does feel something for her though?" the woman asked carefully.
"Oh, yes. If only you could have seen his reaction to her and Hojo. It was classic!" the man exclaimed, laughing lightly at the fact.
The woman laughed as well. "I would have paid to see it. Did you have to bring it up though? You knew that he was going to be there. I mean, he would have found out anyway. I know she would have brought it up the next time he started something."
The man snorted. He slowly moved his hand near the woman's, letting his fingers brush against her skin. When she allowed the movement, he folded his hand over hers, letting their fingers entwine.
"I wanted to see his reaction. Besides, with me there, I knew that he wouldn't do anything to Hojo," the man explained.
"Wait a minute. Are you saying he is dangerous? I don't want my friend anywhere near him if he is!" the woman said, stiffening in her seat. Her eyes shone with intensity, truly concerned with her friend's well being.
Smiling softly, he caressed her skin with his thumb. "Don't worry. He wouldn't hurt her. He allows his personality to scare his opponents more than physical violence. However, if things came out wrong, Hojo might have been out of a job," he said calmly.
The woman's eyes widened immediately. "He would fire Hojo over that?"
The man laughed. "It's a good possibility. Like I said, he does have feelings for her, he just won't admit them. And are you sure that she has feelings for him?"
"That was obvious the first time she met him," the woman replied nonchalantly.
"What do you mean?" the man asked with slight confusion showing in his voice.
"Well, she did give him her virginity. That means something," the woman explained.
The man's fingers stopped moving. Tensing up, he turned his head to look fully at the woman at his side. His lavender eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of lying. "What did you just say?" he asked slowly.
The woman's head cocked slightly to the side, her dark hair falling over her shoulder. "You mean you didn't know?" she asked. "Kagome was a virgin when she met Sesshomaru. He took her virginity the first time they slept together."
The dark haired man looked away before sighing heavily. "Well, this is certainly more complicated than I thought."
The woman snorted. "You're telling me. She doesn't know what to do, and he isn't helping the situation at all."
"Hmm," he replied. "It does explain his anger and attitude. He knows that he was her first. I bet he isn't too keen on someone else taking his spot."
"Well, if he doesn't want that to happen then he better change his approach." Sighing, she shook her head. "I just want them to realize that they like each other."
The man nodded in agreement before moving his chair closer to the woman. "Me too. I just have this odd feeling that it is going to get worse before it manages to get better."
"Yeah," the woman muttered.
The lavender eyed man carefully rested his free hand on the woman's jean clad thigh. When she didn't move, he slowly moved his hand upwards, gently moving towards her core. Once he brushed over the sensitive area of her inner thigh, the woman's head shot up. With an angry glance, she swung her hand, connecting with the man's cheek.
"Miroku!" the woman warned.
Smiling and rubbing his read cheek, Miroku replied, "Sorry, Sango."
A soft knock on the door drew Sesshomaru's attention from his work. Looking up, he scowled at the door in front of him. He had finally been getting a lot accomplished and now he was being interrupted. Sighing, he ran his long fingers through his silver strands. His golden eyes hardened considerably as his gaze stayed trained upon the door. When the soft knock came once again, he finally answered.
"Yes?" he called out harshly.
Tentatively the door opened and his brown haired secretary pooped her head through the opening. With a slightly shaking voice, she said, "I'm sorry for interrupting you, Sir, but Miss Higuarshi has arrived. Should I send her in?"
Sitting up from his slightly slouched position, he raised an eyebrow at his secretary. "Yes, send her in," he replied shortly.
Sesshomaru's eyes softened slightly at the news of Kagome's arrival. Once the door had shut once again, he allowed his to curve into a slight smirk. As much as she was a distraction, Kagome's visits always proved to be an interesting experience. Sesshomaru leaned back in his seat, elegantly crossing his legs at the knees. His hands lightly gripped the arm rests on his leather chair. His eyes still pierced through the door, waiting for the moment that Kagome walked through the door. He was not disappointed.
The door opened and a disinterested Kagome walked through the door. Her sweet scent of flowers assaulted his nose, playing havoc on his senses. He licked his lips unconsciously at her arrival. Her long legs were displayed in a flowing black skirt, her small figure showed off by a fitting red blouse. Her long black hair was twisted and pulled back in a black clip, leaving her long neck open to his eyes. She strode into the room, never meeting Sesshomaru's eyes. He could tell that she was tense and prepared for any battle of wills that he would present. Quickly making her way over to the chair before his desk, she sat down, crossing her legs with a sigh.
"You wanted to see me, Mr. Tashio," she said with a bored, tired tone.
"Yes," Sesshomaru responded, amused by her new found attitude. 'What has brought on this change?' he thought to himself. Shaking off the thoughts, he continued to look over her beautiful form. "I thought that we were beyond these formalities, Kagome."
Sure enough, Kagome's head snapped up, her lips pursed and her eyes flashing momentarily with anger. This was the Kagome that he knew. "I don't think that it is very professional to address my boss by his first name," she replied darkly.
"That has never stopped you before," Sesshomaru shot back, lifting a perfect eyebrow.
"What do you want?" Kagome snapped, clearly showing her agitation.
"My, my, what is this? You are not behaving as you usually do. Has something brought upon this change?" he asked stoically, mentally cursing himself for bringing it up. He did not want to sound as if he cared. What was this woman doing to him? All he could do was picture her beneath him, sprawled across his sheets and her pale skin framed by the black silk.
"Cut the shit, Tashio. I didn't come here to discuss my personal life," she spat, folding her arms across her chest. Kagome had to fight the urge to get up and flee the room. Tension was building up and she was not comfortable in the room. The words that Inuyasha had said coursed through her brain, making her aware of everything that had happened between them and everything that was happening. By, Kami, he was still beautiful.
"Addressing me in such a manner isn't very professional, Miss Higurashi," Sesshomaru said, his voice hardening slightly.
Kagome snorted. "You were the one that claimed we were beyond the formalities," Kagome said, raising her chin proudly. Her bright eyes bore into him, challenging the man for authority.
Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side. His eyes searched hers, looking for any hint to her emotions. Something must be happening for he could see nothing in her normally expressive eyes. She was blocking him out and for some reason, he did not like it. This was not how women were supposed to react to him. As much as he should enjoy the fact that she was not expecting anything from him, it panged him to witness it. Was it possible that he wanted something more from her?
"Touché," he admitted shortly, his voice growing even more firm.
Kagome glared at the man. She would not allow the pride of her small victory to destroy the carefully built barrier that she had spent all morning constructing. It was difficult for her to do this. The slight movements of his body reminded her of the nights they had spent together and the immense pleasure that his body had brought her. She could imagine the muscles rippling under his clothes. Kagome had to fight the arousal that was building inside her from the thoughts. To keep herself focused, she recalled upon the words that Inuyasha had said. 'Remember, Kagome,' she thought. 'He is just using you. Don't give into the fluffy bastard!'
"I wish to discuss your interview next week," Sesshomaru stated, bringing Kagome out of her thoughts.
"Then talk," Kagome said, sending him a narrowed glare.
Sesshomaru tapered his own gaze in return. "The interview will be taking place at 10 am. You will be able to take along Inuyasha to the interview, providing that he can get up that early in the morning. I will also be at the interview to oversee it. We will meet at the Calsia Towers approximately a half hour before the interview. The receptionist at the desk will be able to direct you to the proper floor and room. Are there any questions?"
"Yes," Kagome said in a hostile tone. "Why will you be there?"
"I come to many events for the company's larger clients," Sesshomaru replied coldly. "Will this be a problem?"
Kagome fought back the urge to respond with a big "YES!" Instead, she calmly said, "I suppose not."
"Very well. A company limo will be picking you up at your current residence at 9 am. Be sure that you are ready. I will not tolerate any tardiness."
Kagome frowned but did not respond to his command. She sent one more angry glare in his direction before rising from her seat. Inside she was fuming. Why did he always change the way he treated her? "Bipolar freak," she muttered as she began to stand.
"Excuse me?" Sesshomaru asked quickly. He leaned forward slightly, his eyes flashing in some unknown emotion. It was almost as if he had heard her comment.
Looking down upon the still sitting man, Kagome quickly covered for herself. "I said I'll be there. Now if that will be all, I will be leaving now," she said, turning away from the silver haired man.
"Oh, Kagome, one more thing," Sesshomaru called out casually to her retreating form.
Pausing, Kagome looked back over her shoulder. "Yes?" she asked coldly.
Sesshomaru's mouth twisted into a wide smirk. "You will be accompanying me to a dinner party on Friday night. It is formal attire. I will pick you up at 8," Sesshomaru said as a command, expecting her to do nothing but accept the fact.
Kagome snorted, placing one hand on her hip. Tilting her head, she moved so that she could get a better view of his reaction. 'Wait until he hears this,' she thought. "I can't go with you. You will have to find another date," she said, breaking into a small smile.
Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow at her. "You will be attending. There is no room for discussion. You may leave now," he responded unsympathetically.
Kagome balked. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. Whipping her body around, she marched up to his desk. Pointing a finger at him, she all but yelled, "I will NOT be going with you, fluffy. I have other plans and I will not cancel them just for you."
His void eyes rose to glance into hers. "I am well aware of your 'other plans.' I just do not care," Sesshomaru responded.
Sesshomaru could have sworn that he heard a growl erupt from Kagome. She was almost shaking in rage and frustration. Her hands clenched into fists, the skin turning white from the pressure she applied. She leaned forward over the desk, coming dangerously close to Sesshomaru. The strength of her scent immediately multiplied from him, making him less aware of the threat that Kagome was trying to enforce upon him.
"What did you say?" she hissed.
"You were scheduled to attend dinner with Hojo. You will switching your plans," Sesshomaru repeated, slightly hooding his eyes as her aroma continued to attack him.
"How did you know?" she seethed.
"Have you forgotten that I run this company? I know many things. Now will you be calling Hojo to cancel or will I be forced to do so?"
"I am not going out to dinner with you, Sesshomaru!" she roared. She moved around the desk until she was able to directly get in his face. "I will not be ordered around like some little whore!"
"Did I ever imply that you were a whore?" he asked calmly, meeting her gaze without hesitation.
"Sesshomaru…" Kagome growled.
Quickly darting forward, Sesshomaru grabbed Kagome, pushing her against the desk. He did not heed her shout of surprise and annoyance. Once satisfied with his hold upon her, Sesshomaru reached out and began to dial a few numbers upon his telephone.
"Let me go!" Kagome shouted loudly, ignoring the ringing of the phone. She began to struggle in his grasp, forcing Sesshomaru to tighten his hold on her.
"No," Sesshomaru replied stoically.
"Hello?" asked a voice foreign to the room.
Kagome immediately stilled, her head turning to stare at the phone. "Hojo," she whispered. Her head snapped back to Sesshomaru, glaring angrily at him before struggling once again.
"Hojo," Sesshomaru stated smoothly while easily holding Kagome despite her struggles.
"Good morning, Mr. Tashio. What can I do for you?" Hojo asked cheerfully.
"Don't you dare!" Kagome hissed loudly into Sesshomaru's ear while pushing forcefully against his chest.
"Miss Higuarshi will not be attending dinner with you on Friday," Sesshomaru commanded. He turned his head, looking Kagome directly in the eyes. She stopped her attempts to move but still trembled with anger.
"Stop it, you asshole," she growled. "I am not going!"
"Pardon me, Sir, but how do you know?" Hojo asked with confusion.
"She will be attending a dinner party with me instead," Sesshomaru replied coldly.
"Sessh…." Kagome began to yell. However, she was silenced when Sesshomaru's mouth covered her own in a quick, powerful kiss.
Kagome sat stunned for a brief moment, not at all prepared for the events that were occurring. His warm lips upon hers were enough to send her into a temporary stupor. All of her anger was forgotten for the time being. She felt his skilled tongue lap at her bottom lip, driving her senses wild. His body was pressed close to hers. Kagome could not help but feel his body heat close to hers. 'Oh, Kami,' she thought. Thankfully, Hojo's voice broke the spell.
"Did she make that decision, Sir?" Hojo asked carefully.
Kagome's eyes snapped open and her hands raised to his chest. She pushed against him as hard as she could, effectively breaking the kiss and most of his hold upon her. Panting, she began to open her mouth to respond to Hojo's question.
Sesshomaru was stunned. No woman had ever treated him in such a way. How was Kagome this powerful? His arms reached back for her, but she pulled away, keeping the distance between them. Was it possible that she wanted nothing to do with him? He growled lightly, but he did not know what made him more troubled: the fact that Hojo was doubting him or the fact that Kagome was resisting him.
"Are you questioning my authority?" Sesshomaru snapped, pinning Kagome motionless with a hard glare.
"No, Sir," Hojo quickly answered with a fearful voice.
"Good. Continue on with your work," Sesshomaru responded.
"Yes, Sir. Have a good day," Hojo said timidly before hanging up his phone.
"You fucking bastard," Kagome hissed, wrenching herself fully away from his grasp. "I can't believe that you would stoop so low as to do that. What's the matter? Can't find anyone else that will go to dinner with you? Maybe that's because you're an asshole!"
He was angry. His insides turned with anger and jealousy. This was not turning out how it was supposed to be. Perhaps she really did not want to go with him, but her actions did not support that thought. He would not back down now. His pride was carrying him too far to turn back now. She would go with him to the dinner party. And Kagome would also know that he would not tolerate her words.
Sesshomaru growled loudly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Watch what you say, woman. You had more than enough opportunity to stop me from doing so," he began in a dangerous, low tone. "You did not exactly put in a great effort to stop it, leaving me to believe that you did not mind canceling your date with Hojo."
Kagome narrowed her eyes, unable to say anything back to the man. Truth be told, he was exactly right. She did not put in an effort to stop him. Also, she did not really want to go on a date with Hojo. But she would be dammed before she would admit that to the arrogant, self-centered, selfish man before her.
"I hate you," she whispered with threatening tears before she turned away and stormed out of his office.
TBC….
A/N: A SINGLE SPARK IS DOWN for the time being, so the LEMONS can't be reached. However, if you email me, I can send you the word documents so you can still read them. Also, chapters 1-5 are posted on ADULT FAN FICTION . NET. You can get the first lemon on that site. I will be uploading the rest of the chapters on that site too, so you will be able to reach them soon.