Tangled
7

He couldn't stop thinking about her—he needed to see her again. He sat up in his bed, clad in only his boxers and sweatpants. He peered out his window, his eyes landing on hers immediately. Her lights were off and the moon faintly outlined her body underneath her covers. He smiled.

But even that smile said everything. He turned away from his window and went rummaging through his clothes piles and dragged out a pair of brown Dickies and a brown sweater. He continued through the piles before he found the rest of his wardrobe. When he got all his clothes on straight in the darkness of his room, he opened his door and listening for his older brother. Silence was heard throughout the house and he figured that he was sleeping.

As quietly as he could he crept down his stairs and out the window over the sink. He could've gone out the back door like a civilized man, but he knew of the tiny sensors that his brother placed on all the doors incase he wanted to go on some late night escapade. He hit the ground with a silent thud and he groaned as he realized the dirt stains that he received in return.

He could see her house just around the corner, and he jogged over underneath the cover of the darkness. He didn't know if anyone was watching, but if they were, they'd tell Sesshoumaru for sure. Her window looked far from the ground, and he knew there was no way jumping would get him anywhere. So he thought of how everyone did it in the movies, and picked up some small rocks. He began tossing them up at her window, practically missing the target several times. He was beginning to think the plan was failing when he saw a figure walking in the kitchen.

He crept to the back door where he had stood only moment before, and watched as a scantily clad Kagome drank from a milk cartoon. Her hair was let loose from its cage in form of a hair tie and he could see her shapely figure. He let out a small moan as he thought of the temptation that he could never reach. Or at least he couldn't through the glass. He put his hand on the handle and opened the door noiselessly as he had done before and crept towards her.

She seemed oblivious to his approach as she closed the milk and replaced it back in the fridge. He tried to avoid examining her booty shorts, and reached his arms around her, catching her around the waist and covering her mouth with the other. He pulled her into him, earning a squeak of alarm.

"Don't scream, it's just me." He whispered huskily in her ear, waiting till her hand loosened itself on his own. When he let go, she took a moment in hesitation to leave his body.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered urgently. "Especially at…2 am!"

"I wa…" He stopped short from the truth. "I was bored!"

"You were bored…so you decided to come into my house at night like a sneaky burglar?"

"Yeah."

"You're hopeless."

"Come out with me." He said, taking her back a few thoughts.

"What?"

"Come outside with me."

"Why? It's 2 am! Is that too hard to understand?"

"You're up, you might as well come. You've got no choice."

"In fact I do."

"Actually you don't." He grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her over his shoulder. She let out a quiet squeak and began to curse at him and his actions.

He grabbed a pair of shoes that happened to be waiting at the back door and slipped them on her thrashing feet. He closed the door and began to walk away with her towards the main road. When he felt there was no use of her running away he set her down and continued to walk.

"You know, you're crazy!" She said in her normal voice, but still angry.

"Only with you m'dear." He said before heading towards the river. There was a small pool that was popular in the summer when it was in the smoldering hot day, but in the warm nights, it was abandoned.

"You didn't even let me change! I'm in my pajamas!" She argued, folding her arms across her chest in an immature fashion.

"I wouldn't call those pajamas Kagome." He snickered as her face turned red and she tried to pull down her shirt to cover her exposed legs.

"What are you doing up at 2 anyway?" She asked as she caught up to his pace and walked beside him, almost matching his long strides.

"Couldn't sleep." He said bluntly.

"Why did you come bother me? Why couldn't you go bug Miroku?"

"Because," he said as he turned off the road to the slope that led to the river. "He lives too far away. You're closer."

"Good point," she mumbled as she followed him down. They walked in silence until they came to the tiny shore of small pebbles. Large rocks barred off the small pool that sat there.

"Why did we come here?" She asked.

"Don't you like it here?" He countered.

"Well it's early in the morning, and I can barely see my own hand. And it's not exactly the right place for swimming."

"Oh trust me," he said as he approached Kagome with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It is."

Before she could stop it, she felt her body plunge into the cold depths of the river. She shot up, feeling the air freeze her skin. She was about to scream at him, but then noticed him taking off his sweater and placing it on a rock. Slowly he waded into the water towards her, his body getting closer and closer.

"You really are c-crazy." She said when he was right in front of her. Her feet couldn't quite touch the ground, but she knew for a fact that he could.

"I know, but only for you."

"W-what?" She asked, thinking he worded his response wrong.

She stared at him before she felt his hands on her back, reeling her in close. He seemed to pull her into the dip in the rocks, for the only support to keep her from going under was he, himself. His hands slid down her back and onto her legs. He pulled them up and around his body, giving her a support. Her arms just slipped around his neck on impulse, she had no control over it.

"Cold?" He asked as he felt her body pressed against his own.

"Yeah…" She whispered, as his face appeared closer than it had been before.

His hands moved back up her legs and onto her lower back, and she could feel his hands through her drenched shirt. He was the heat, and somehow she was drawn to it like a moth to light. But what she didn't get, was why his face was closing in on hers, and she wasn't pulling away.

He had her, and she was practically trapped within his embrace. He had his chance, and there was no old man to stop him. He leaned his head forward and before he knew it, he had caught his prize. He had expected so many things from her, but she only exceeded his expectations. Many feelings went through him, but none of them made any sense. She pulled away, and he felt like his oxygen was cut off.

"Any better?" He asked, looking at her hazy eyes.

"Much."


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