Sun Setting

Authoress: Faith Lee

Disclaimer: I'm not smart enough to think up something like this…

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: Well, I'm in Spain and I finally decided to indulge you all and try another chapter. I was a little worried I couldn't live up to your expectations or from the last chapter but.. I'm going to try. And I am very surprised with the reviews… I didn't know so many people liked Sesshomaru and Kagome! And I guess it would be rather NOT useful to say that it's a bit risqué…

Sun Setting

Part Six

-In the View of Sesshomaru-
An hour later, we were clothed and she was sitting in front of me, my jacket around her bare shoulders. She was trembling slightly still, staring up at me with those large doe eyes, pleading, begging to be taken in my arms again…but I couldn't. I couldn't. I am not a sick man and I refuse-

I paced in front of her relentlessly, my shirt half-buttoned, revealing a large V of my chest, which she was staring at when she wasn't trying to beg with her eyes. I could feel her eyes because all of a sudden, my chest would get that warm, tingly feeling when she looked at me.

My eyes strayed to the clock; 4:30, and getting later. I had to do something with the distraught girl. I looked everywhere but at her for another ten minutes until she finally broke down and began to cry.

"Oh, Se-Sessho-Maru-U," she whispered, brokenly, "pl-plea-please-e, st-sto-stop-op a-an-and k-ki-kiss-s m-me-e...oh pl-plea-please…" and I groaned, my hand reaching up to rub my face and I turned to the board, away from her heartbroken pleas. She went on and I slapped my hands on my desk so hard the board rattled. She was silent; my shoulders shook.

"Kagome," I rasped, breathing heavily, lust budding into anger at her for…well, the lust. "I am twenty-nine years old," I said lowly, angrily, trying to discourage her by showing her just how old I was, but she gave a little hiccup.

"I-I don't c-care h-how o-old y-y-you are, I-I l-l-l-" I spun around and dashed to pin her to her chair, our faces inches apart.

"Don't you dare," I snarled, my eyes wide and thoughts racing through my head at an amazing speed. "You're sixteen you couldn't possibly know what love is-" but I was silenced by her lips. After a swift, hard kiss, she pushed me away, one of her small hands on the V of my chest. I stumbled back a bit and she glared up at me with ferocity in her big brown eyes.

"I don't agree," she said precisely. "What you said, Mr. Ta- Sesshomaru, about my age and how I wouldn't know love- well, I am seventeen, and I fancy I have been in love with you since my first year here. Or, what would you call it, had these strange feelings about you." She risked a glance at my face and stood, pushing a hand through her hair. She let out a hoarse laugh.

"You must think that I don't realize you're a teacher – but I do! Mr. Sesshomaru Taisho, English teacher. I know. Just because I am in love with you and you are gorgeous doesn't mean you're not a teacher. But we can work around that, Sesshomaru, I just know it! Obviously, you feel something for me, whether it is lust or love, well, we'll just have to see. But we can get through it!" She raced towards me and grasped my shoulders, looking up into my eyes in desperation.

"Oh Sesshomaru, please, I'm graduating this year and then we can – um, well –" I smirked down at her.

"Oh, yes, we can 'um, well'," I said coldly. "That'll really work." I pried her hands off me. "What about college? Hmm? You're smart, Kagome – really smart, and I would hate for that intelligence to go to waste. So you are not going to spend your future rotting at my feet just for 'love' or 'lust'. I have controlled my urges, however ungentlemanly they were, for the past four years, I think I can hold out for another three months until you're gone." Her eyes were ice.

"And then you can find another student to lust after," she said snidely. I gritted my teeth and narrowed my eyes.

"I would watch what you say, Higurashi, lest you forget who your speaking to in your 'love'." With a look of horror, she let out a gasp and turned to hide her tears.

"I can't…" she whispered, and my face contorted, realizing how much of an ass I was being. Here she was, trying to help figure out our relationship – if you could call it that – and I was shooting her down every time – even yelling at her!

Full of remorse, I stepped closer and laid a gentle hand on her shoulder, clad in my jacket, which promptly slipped from it's place as she turned to bury her face in my slightly bare chest. Her tears wet my chest and shirt and her arms snaked around my waist to pull me close.

"Oh Sesshomaru," she said, her voice muffled against my chest, "I know we can make this work, my love, oh I just know it," and she kissed my chest. Again, and again. I bit my lip, drawing blood, saying that it would be most unwise to let myself get into a fit of lust when we still had things to discuss. I tenderly put an arm around her waist and stroked her back in a brotherly sort of way, fighting my lust. I shrank away from her kisses and eventually, thank god, she stopped. She turned her face up to me.

"Do you think we can work through this?" she asked softly, her eyes wide and trusting, all modesty and innocence. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes.

"I don't know, Kagome," I whispered, her name passing through my lips at a sigh. She sighed with me, and reached up to pull my head down to her and captured my lips in a gentle kiss. Then, she rested the side of her head against my chest and gave a short laugh.

"This should be fun," she breathed against my chest, and I gave a shiver.

"Yeah," I said, thinking, 'no, it'll be hell.' She chuckled.

"No it won't." I shrugged.

"I was waiting for you to say it." She pulled me closer and sighed in content.

"Well, at least we're here now." I tightened my arms around her waist to edge her even closer.

"Alone," I whispered, smiling. Tugging her closer, I pressed my lips against her forehead and ran my hand down the length of her spine. We were not aware that someone was watching us or that the door had even opened until the occupant spoke.

"Mr. Taisho."

A Note From Faith: So, yeah, it was all in Sesshomaru's point of view and I am terribly sorry it took me so long...but I got Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, so...I was...er...reading? Peace! Uh, and I'm really sorry it's so short. But I need cliffhangers!