Sun Setting
Authoress: Faith Lee
Disclaimer: We all know that Faith doesn't own it, so stop ragging.
Summary: Teacher Sesshomaru and Student Kagome fight their feelings for each other; will they be able to hold on for much longer? SessKag AU
Ramblings: Holy Crap! I go away for a while (or my computer brakes) and when I get back on to my email I have eighteen new emails! I was shocked and terribly excited! I wrote this random drabble to satisfy my need for perv-y-ness and everyone loves it! I thought I was going to get horrible flames saying how sick and delusional I was and how they wanted me to just give up and stick my head under the ground like a deluded ostrich. How wrong I was! Well, here's a love to all of you:
Kimonolover, darkt, arada, SecondLord, zzz412003, animefreak404112, kiersten, mylittleangel0905, Child of the Silvery Moon, anonymous, julie101, Jazze Pha, mikala, Aideen, kagie-chan, Gimme more and Inuyasha – lover – forever!
Sun Setting
Part Three
In the View of Kagome-
I can not believe I am doing this.
My heartbeat pounded in my ears and my palms were slick with nervous sweat. What made me feel better was that the handsome Mr. Taisho was just as nervous as he wiped his hands off on his navy slacks and then decided to hide them in his pockets. Such nice hands they were, too, large palms with long, slender fingers with work-roughened finger pads. I didn't realize I was staring until I heard his low, musical voice calling me out of my reverie and asking me to sit so we could review. I didn't actually need help in English, so I had to act especially stupid while I lured him closer to me.
And in that moment, I felt like such a minx, hearing those words in my head. 'I lured him closer to me'! I am no temptress! But I shall be today, indeed.
Mr. Taisho sat down in the chair in front of me backwards, leaning his tanned and sinewy forearms on the back of the chair and leaning forwards. I took out my folder and he started going over things. I wasn't listening, merely gazing at him, the contours of his handsome face, how straight his nose was, how high his cheeks were, how his amber eyes stood apart from his face and how his long eyelashes framed his eyes. I leaned my elbow on the desk and rested my chin in my hand, still staring at him.
"Higurashi, shouldn't you be looking at the paper?" he asked softly, staring into my eyes with such intensity that I had to look away. My neck felt hot and soon I was blushing.
In the View of Sesshomaru-
She had been staring at me. It had been fifteen minutes since the last chimes of school and she had been staring at me ever since she walked in. Staring almost shamelessly at my face, into my eyes, and I tried not to notice, not to respond, but then it just got ridiculous. I asked her if she should be looking at the paper and she actually blushed! Maybe my lust wasn't so pointless after all!
Ah, but see, this is the kind of thinking that makes me want to kill something. This blind hope that someday, a girl who is seven odd years younger than me will suddenly look to me not as a pissy old teacher, but as a man. Posh! As if that will ever happen, especially to me.
And even if it did, if, the headmaster will have a coronary and die.
So why was I still hoping? Why was I still praying that someday she would look me in the eye and tell me how much she loves me? Needs me? That she will just throw her arms around my neck and kiss me without restraint-
"Mr. Taisho?" Damn that girl for digging in to my fantasies! Bless her for stopping my train of thought! Who knows what disappointment awaited me had I continued down that path!
"Higurashi," I regarded her with my eyebrows raised. She licked her lips and I stiffened, a hot shiver running down my spine.
"I was just wondering if you were all right. You stopped talking and just kind of-"
"I know what I was doing," I said, cutting her off mid sentence. She shrugged.
"I was just making sure," she murmured, and arched her back to take off the sweater she had been wearing. Underneath it was an incredibly skimpy tank-top.
I gulped.
In the View of Kagome-
When I dressed this morning, I knew that I had to dress down, as in, least clothes possible. Seducing someone would be hard wearing a turtleneck and jeans. So I picked out the tiniest tank-top (for summer) and a short skirt. I put a sweater on over the top and buttoned it up all the way so Mother wouldn't ask questions and waltzed out the door. I kept that sweater on all day just so I could slowly strip it off right now.
While Mr. Taisho and I were talking, I was slowly unbuttoning it, one by one, revealing more and more skin. I relished in the feeling of revealing oneself to him, but he was looking at my face and not noticing my hands. But I really got him when I arched to strip it off my arms, aiming my bosom at him. Mr. Taisho didn't disappoint.
I was shivering, not from cold, but from terror. What if this didn't work? What if he didn't want me? What if he rejects me? What if he does want me? The latter seemed to be the most terrifying of all! What would happen if he started to touch me and kiss me? I couldn't run away! I wouldn't! But the thought of running did terrify me.
I had no doubt that if he did touch me it would be satisfying, but I had never been touched like that before and I was frightened. Would he go to fast? If I wanted to stop, would he? There was just so many questions? I guess I should have thought more about this before I set this up!
No turning back now, though. I planned this, and if it happens, by George, I'm going to go through with it!
I gave my head a little nod as to signify my decision, then turned back to a flustered Mr. Taisho. I grinned at him and tilted my head. His eyes widened, giving me a better look of their amber color, and turned away.
"English," he choked out, and stood up. He walked briskly to his desk and retrieved a couple of papers, then came back to set them on my desk. "Work on these," he ordered roughly, then walked back to his desk. I smiled coyly at his back.
"Of course, Mr. Taisho," I said in what I hoped was a sultry voice. I licked my lips again, more slowly, emphasizing each stroke.
In the View of Sesshomaru-
It was then that I figured out why she 'needed help' in 'English'.