A First for Everything

Chapter 21

"What's up, slut?"

With a deep rooted scowl spreading across her face, her eyes narrowed dangerously at the words spoken. Blue orbs flashed with fury and she inhaled deeply to regain her fleeing composure. She resisted the urge to growl at the stupid man behind her. Hands clenched into tiny fists at her sides, wanting to connect with his face despite the fact that she knew she would not hit him. 'Or would I' she thought. Squaring her shoulders, she slowly turned to face the man behind her. 'Did he just say that?' she thought to herself as she met the amber eyes of her agent.

"What did you just call me?" she growled out in a low voice?

Inuyasha gulped as he saw the dangerous glare that shone from her eyes. He did not think that she would become so offended by his words. He took an involuntary step backwards as she moved towards him. Somehow, her slight form still managed to intimidate him. 'Think of a good excuse! Think of a good excuse!" his mind screamed. His own eyes widened as she continued to move closer to his body. His shocked amber eyes noticed her clenched fists, causing him to think, "Is she really going to hit me?"

Quickly covering his shock with mock anger, Inuyasha snapped back, "Feh, you heard me."

In a second, Inuyasha felt a small hand connect with the back of his head. Wincing at the slight stinging that the action brought, he ducked his head, bringing his own hand up to protectively cover the spot that Kagome had hit. "Damn, Kagome!" Inuyasha snapped. "What the fuck was that for?"

"What do you think? You just called me a slut, moron!" Kagome retorted angrily, disbelieving that Inuyasha did not realize what he had said.

"Don't get your panties all in a bundle! You didn't have to hit me!" Inuyasha yelled, rubbing the back of his head for emphasis.

Snorting and rolling her eyes, Kagome crossed her arms in front of her chest. "It serves your right. Don't ever call me a slut again, Mutt! What did I ever do to you?"

Inuyasha's jaw dropped open in confusion. What the hell was going on? He could not believe that Kagome was making such a big deal over such a small incident. After all, there were probably worse things he could say to her. 'I wonder how she would react if I called her Fluffy's bitch,' he thought, 'or cunt…Actually, I don't think that I want to know.'

"Feh! Don't get your panties in a bundle, damnit! Shit! I was just asking what was up!" Inuyasha continued to yell, determined to win an argument for once. His face immediately scrunched into confusion. His head flung upwards, his long silver strands sprawling out with the action. "Wait a minute," he muttered alarmingly. "Did you just call me a mutt?"

Kagome rolled her eyes at her agent, sighing with agitation. 'I did, didn't I? Maybe I have been around Fluffykins for too long. But still, it took him long enough,' she thought. Narrowing her eyes at Inuyasha, she snapped, "So what? You called me a slut!"

Inuyasha's hand fell away from his head, leaving the defensive position it was in. Snorting angrily, his eyes flashed with annoyance and frustration. Why was she getting so upset? After all, she called him stupid all the time. "Isn't it true? You were the one that spread your le…"

Kagome's head once again connected with Inuyasha's skull, cracking with a slightly harder force. He grunted in shock, surprised that she would indeed hit him that hard. It had almost been enough to cause him a headache. Inuyasha began to rear back from Kagome in hopes of escaping the range of her hand. However, her delicate fingers latched onto his ear, twisting it lightly and preventing him from moving any further.

"Don't you ever say that!" she scolded instantly, twisting his lobe slightly more for emphasis. "That was rude and uncalled for! You have no right to say that. And don't forget that I am the one that pays you. It wouldn't be hard for me to find another agent, Inuyasha."

Inuyasha muttered something incoherent to Kagome, but she could make out the word bitch in his sentence.

"Apologize," Kagome commanded in a motherly tone. Her anger was fading but she could not allow him to talk to her in such a manner. He might say that in the wrong place at the wrong time, and begin a slew of unwanted tabloid attention.

"But, Kagome," Inuyasha whined only to be cut off by another sharp twist.

"Hey, that hurt wench!"

"Say your sorry!" Kagome repeated. "I am not letting go until I hear the magic word."

"Bitch?"

Another twist. "No, you idiot!" Kagome retorted in shock. Was he really that slow?

"Feh! Fine! I'm sorry! Are you happy now?" Inuyasha shouted, pulling against her hold, but ultimately causing himself more pain.

Smirking, Kagome nodded and dropped her hold upon his ear. Inuyasha straightened himself, rubbing his ear in caressing motions. He glared at his client warily and with protest, but he knew that he wasn't really angry with her. After all, she had not really hurt him. He mumbled a few curses to himself, praying Kagome wouldn't hear and punish him once again. 'Damn, she is worse than my mother was,' he thought.

"That will do. I don't think that I could get anything better out of you short threatening your Ramen supply," Kagome said, turning her back to the young, silver haired man.

"Leave the Ramen out of this!" was the exasperated reply that rang out through the floor, causing the office's workers to look over in confusion.

"Come on, Yasha," Kagome answered good-heartedly, her eyes shining in laughter. "We will be late for the interview if we don't hurry."

"All right, Miss Higurashi, make sure that you speak clearly so that the microphones can pick up everything that you say. Also, try not to turn your back to the camera…"

Kagome's face immediately paled as the word camera struck in her mind. Her pulse jumped a bit as anxiety began to lace through her body. Her eyes widened into large saucers, her mouth falling open to gawk at the technical worker that was addressing her.

"W-what?" she stammered out. "This is going to be taped?"

The young man chuckled at Kagome's reaction, always loving the reactions of first time camera appearances. "Yes, it is," he replied.

"What! Nobody told me this! Inuyasha, why didn't you tell me!" she yelled, turning around to seek out her agent.

"Feh," Inuyasha called out from beside her. "What are you getting so fussy about now?"

Kagome turned to the man, her annoyance building all over again. Did he always have to leave something important out of the picture? Inuyasha, on the other hand, was calm and collected as he stared down at Kagome. His arms were folded across his chest as he leaned against a podium that rested near the camera. His shoulders were slumped in boredom as he unconsciously tapped his fingers against his side.

"Don't you think it would have been nice to let me know about this?" Kagome asked in a panic-laden voice.

"I didn't think it would matter," Inuyasha replied without a care.

"Yes, it does!"

Snorting in amusement, Inuyasha pushed himself off of the podium, easily striding over to where Kagome stood. He draped his arm across her shoulders, glancing down into her fearful blue eyes. Smiling at the woman, he gave her shoulders a small squeeze of reassurance. In response, Kagome sighed, letting herself lean against Inuyasha's supportive frame.

"You'll be fine. If I would have thought you couldn't do it, I wouldn't have allowed it. Neither would Sesshomaru," he told her softly.

Kagome stiffened slightly at the name of her publisher. Wasn't he supposed to be here as well? Why didn't he show up yet? Did he decide not to come? Kagome swallowed, pulling herself away from Inuyasha's hold. She had not seen him since their encounter three days ago. Kagome briefly wondered if things would be different now, or if they would be as frustrating as ever. Would he even remember what he had said to her the other night?

"Speaking of the devil," Kagome said, "where is he at?"

Inuyasha shrugged his shoulders, scowling slightly at her inquiry. He still wasn't happy about his brother's treatment of Kagome, and her curiosity of his presence wasn't a good sign. Did she really want to see the ice ball?

"I don't know," he shortly responded. "He'll get here when he gets here."

"Excuse me," the cheerful voice of a young employee called out. "It is almost time to begin the interview. We will need to hook you up to a microphone now, Miss Higurashi."

She was lead away from Inuyasha, ushered by several employees to two plush chairs that were centered towards the center of the studio. They hovered about her, hooking her up to a microphone and applying last minute touches to her appearance. She glanced around her, eagerly searching for the familiar faces of the silver haired brothers. The roving hands of the employees made her uncomfortable, and she wished that she could have some comfort through this experience.

As quickly as the employees arrived, they disappeared, leaving Kagome alone in the chair. A man appeared in front of her, the man she recognized that would conduct the interview. He smiled gently at her, reassuring her that everything would work out alright. He sauntered over slowly, a small folder in his hand that surely held the list of questions that he would be asking. When he approached her, he held out his hand for her to shake.

"Hello, there, Miss Higurashi. My name is Dikita Himulta and I will be conducting the interview. Just try and relax," he said calmly, uncaring that numerous people were watching the encounter. His time-worn brown eyes boringly glanced over her before turning away. It was clear to her that he had been doing this for many years.

"I'll try, Mr. Himulta. I'll try," Kagome responded, her blue eyes still frantically searching the room.

"And cameras roll in 5…4…3…"

'Oh, shit!" Kagome's mind screamed. 'I don't think that I am ready for this! And leave it to Inuyasha to waste all of our prep time arguing with me instead of going over questions with me! Note to self: Make sure to call Inuyasha an idiot!'

"…2…1…"

With a deep inhaling breath, Kagome straightened her back, turning her head slightly so that she could pay attention to Himulta, but still keep an eye on the people in the studio. That is when she saw a flash of silver move and shimmer in the background. Forgetting where she was, she turned her head away once again, eyes widening as her mouth parted slightly.

"…and we're rolling!"

Kagome was vaguely aware of Himulta talking beside her in a calm, energetic tone, introducing the audience to the purpose and guest of the interview. The fact the he said her name did not faze her. No. Instead, all she could register was the devilishly handsome man standing rigidly beside the camera. He seemed more like a prop as he stood there, an effigy of calm perfection. The disturbing gilded eyes reached across the distance, pulling her into another world, as intense as if they were millimeters from her own. His thin lips did not move, but his lean body spoke to her in volumes, telling her to carefully pick her words and not to be tricked into something that would later become her downfall. Yes. The man that had brushed her off so many times before and seemingly used her was now there when she needed him. Sesshomaru Tashio would be her support through her time of need.

The questions began to roll off of the interviewer's tongue, and she answered them without a thought, barely aware that she was doing so. She was trained upon his eyes and body, tracing over every line of his body. With every answer that she gave, she carefully judged his reaction. The slight stiffening of his body or minute softening gave her the permission to proceed and encouraged her with her correct, though somewhat vague, responses.

Time seemed to be nothing, melting away from the vision that she was trapped in. It seemed as though Sesshomaru only had eyes for her right now and wanted to nudge her along into success. Was this really true?

Before she realized what was happening, she heard a loud voice call out, "That's a wrap!"

Several people around her clapped, the noise breaking the spell that Sesshomaru had created. Kagome blinked several times, be body loosening as she turned her head to look at Himulta. He was smiling broadly, holding out his hand to her. She accepted dazedly, allowing him to help her from the seat and congratulate her. Another person slapped her on the shoulder encouragingly, helping her remove the microphone from her clothes. All she could do was smile weakly and allow herself to be helped along. Finally, they lead her off of the platform, leading her towards where the golden eyed man stood patiently.

She approached him slowly, locking his gaze with hers. She stopped inches away from him, waiting for him to make the next move. And he did.

Grasping her elbow gently in his hand, he began to lead her through the crowd of people. Some smiled and thanked her on her way, but Sesshomaru lead her too quickly for Kagome to properly thank the people in return. He opened the door to the studio, stealing her away from them without saying a single word. Neither was aware of the other set of wary yellow eyes that watched their hasty departure.

Sesshomaru guided her through a narrow white corridor leading to an elevator. His eyes drifted down to the short, raven haired beauty that allowed herself to be piloted to wherever he wished. He had been memorized by the way she eloquently talked, and sucked in by her trusting stare. He had been shocked that she was able to pick up on his communication to her. Few were capable of it. He had wanted nothing more to whisk her away from everyone else in the room. No one there was worthy of her presence. Sesshomaru silently stopped her beside the elevator, staying quiet as he waited for the elevator doors to open and seclude them. After a moment, he got his wish.

They stepped into the elevator, but Sesshomaru did not break his contact. Instead, he pulled her in front of him, her back brushing against his chest, her silken hair tickling against his neck. Neither said a word as the elevator began to move.

"Sesshomaru," she finally whispered.

Grunting, he wrapped his arm fully around her, using the other to grasp her chin. He tilted her head to the side. Glancing into her eyes, he paused for a moment before closing his eyes and moving in to devour her lips.

The sweet taste of her lips drove him into a desire for more. His arm tightened as he moved over her lips once more, straining his neck to allow better access to their softness. Cautiously, it was Kagome's own tongue that touched his lips first, making him growl softly in approval. His lips opened readily, allowing his own tongue to dart out and meet with hers. He felt her tremble in his arms as the warm appendages fused together.

When he pulled away, he could not help but push her hair aside and brush his moist lips over the sensitive skin of her neck. "Kagome," he muttered against her. "I cannot take you here."

She shuttered. "What?"

He growled again, not in anger, but in frustration that he had to wait to take her. "I will not take you here. Come with me," he answered huskily before sensuously licking the column of her throat.

"Alright," she answered breathily, so soft that he almost did not hear her words.

The soft chime of the doors snapped Sesshomaru to attention, his eyes glazed over in need. As Kagome began to move forward, she was stopped by Sesshomaru's arm still draped about her. He pulled her back against him, easily lifting her into his arms before quickly sauntering through the lobby and to his awaiting car.

Sesshomaru hurriedly kicked the door to his private chambers open. The petite woman in his arms softly kissed his exposed neck, bringing primal growls of need from his throat. His eyes were glazed with need as he continued on his way into the room, closing the door in the same manner that he opened it. Tightening his hold on Kagome, he lifted her higher in his arms, pulling her soft lips away from his skin. Immediately, he dropped his hold from under her knees, allowing her body to fall against his. He then returned his arm to her waist, keeping her plastered against him, feeling every curve of her body mold against his own.

Greedily, his lips sought hers, moaning triumphantly when he found his goal. Her lips opened easily for him, the warm, sweet cavern of her mouth connecting with his. Their tongues clashed together, the slick taste almost bringing the proud man to his knees. Slowly, he stepped backwards with Kagome still in his arms. Feeling the edge of the bed connect with their forms, he leaned forward, leaving both to fall forward onto the sleek silk sheets. As they fell, Sesshomaru released Kagome, using his arms to brace himself above, but still on, her arching body.

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A/N: Done! Damn, that took me a while, but I finally got it done! I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Let me know how to you liked everything. And I want to thank all of those that support this story and nominated it for the A Single Spark annual awards. 6 nominations…that's a lot! I am glad that you enjoy this story so much! Thanks!