A/N: I'm sorry that it took this long. I had this chapter finished a while ago, but, since I have great luck, my computer broke. I lost all of my documents, meaning that I had to rewrite the chapter. But I hope you enjoy this chapter!

The First Time Isn't Always Everything

Chapter 11

After watching the street for almost an hour, he decided that, at 6:30 in the morning, one car passed at an average of every ten minutes.

He sat on the ledge of his bay window, one leg bent while the other stretched out along the wood. One arm was draped over the bent knee while the other rested under his chin. His face was expressionless, but his tapered eyes did not miss one aspect of the street below him, even scanning over the occasional animal and jogger. The window itself was cracked open, allowing a slight drift of fresh, morning air to filter through and gently ruffle his long, silver hair.

As he sat, a slender, pale hand suddenly caressed his arm, smoothly moving to touch his bare chest. The muscles under his skin bunched at the motion and his harsh eyes moved upwards to examine the person's reflection in the window. The woman's dark hair was tussled and she merely wore the black sheet from his bed wrapped around her body; undoubtedly, she had just woken up.

"Sesshy, why are you out of bed? It's too early."

He shrugged his shoulders, cutting off her access to his chest. "Refrain yourself from calling me that name, woman, or you will never be in this bed again."

She frowned. "Fine," she said. Moving over to his side, she sat down next to his bent knee, leaning over it and wrapping her arms around his leg. She smiled coyly at him. "Besides, I don't want to leave your bed after an experience like that."

Sesshomaru turned his head, glancing at her for a moment, but then returned his inspection of the street below. "Didn't you enjoy yourself?" he heard her ask. "I have experienced better," he said simply. The weight on his leg disappeared. From the corner of his eye, he could see her unusually colored eyes spark in anger and her hands come to sit on her waist, reminding him of a particular sapphire eyed woman. He almost growled at the thought. "Do not expect me to lie merely to preserve your ego, Kagura."

"Perhaps I could try to change your mind then," she said, raking her nails up and under the loose fabric of his pants.

"Kagura," he said harshly, "Go dress yourself so I may leave for work."

Kagura jerked her hand away from him. "And maybe you'll be sleeping by yourself tonight," she retorted before standing and sauntering away.

A heavy grunt rumbled through his chest as he heard the bathroom door close. For the past week, he had been bringing this woman to either a hotel or his home, merely wanting her for sexual release. Now she was beginning to demand more from him, calling him at his office, stopping by unannounced. He found her attractive, yes, but he did not feel the intense desire for her as he did with… "Damnit," he growled, closing his hand into a tight fist. He was angry with himself – for remembering her, for comparing her, for remembering his attraction. It had been a month, more than enough time to cleanse her from his system. But, for some reason, she still held onto his memory as if she were engraved there, popping up in the recesses of his mind from time to time. That is why he had relented to Kagura's advances, to erase her from his entire being.

Hissing in agitation, he stood from the window and left the room, carrying himself to his kitchen. On the table, he noticed that his servant had already brought in the morning papers and had brewed a fresh pot of coffee. He poured himself a cup before walking over to the table and shuffling through the stack of papers. Sesshomaru paused, though, when his eyes fell upon one unusual title. "What is this?" he thought as his eyes began to rove over the paper. His full coffee mug fell to the floor, shattering into various sized pieces, spreading across the tile.

Merely a moment later, a fully dressed Kagura was rushing into the kitchen, startled by the noise. "What happened?" she asked. "Is everything…

His head turned to the woman. The expression on his face was enough to stop her still and send a wave of fear across her body. His eyes were ablaze, the molten gold appeared to swirl and snap. A snarl twisted across his lips, lifting on one corner to reveal his teeth. His hands were flexed into a clawed postion; she did not doubt that if he had claws, she and many others would most likely be on the receiving end.

"Get out," he snarled fiercely.

"But, Sesshomaru…"

"Get out!" he repeated, louder this time, turning his voice into a roar.

She did not hesitate this time.

He picked up the paper aggressively; the soft texture of the paper crumbling and tearing under his hard grasp. He would kill his brother.

"Oh, I can't wait! I haven't had a good breakfast in weeks!" she said happily. Kagome had a bounce in her step as she walked; the most visibly pleased she's been in weeks.

"Feh. Too bad that's going to change soon," Inuyasha thought, watching her from the corner of his eyes.

"Hang on a second, Yasha," she said, "I want to grab a paper."

Oh fuck. Detour needed now. "Uhh, Kagome, you can always do that later. Let's just get some food right now. I'm starving…"

"WHAT!" she screeched. Inuyasha winced. It was too late now. "Swapping brothers!"

Her words grabbed Inuyasha's attention. "What the hell are you talking about, Kags?" He leaned over her shoulder, glaring at the title of the tabloid. Sure enough, there was the capitalized title. Following the words were two enlarged pictures side by side. One photo held a picture of Sesshomaru with a tall woman hanging on his arm. The other picture was one of him and Kagome at her first book signing yesterday. The picture captured him leaning in towards her ear with Kagome smiling. "Fuck!" he yelled. "I'm going to kill him!"

Kagome's head whipped towards him, her eyes narrowed dangerously; her left eye twitching slightly. "Kill who?" she ground out. "Did you know about this?"

Backing away from her, he opened his mouth to reply to her. Thankfully, his ringing cell phone cut him off. "What?" he answered grumpily.

"Well," the smooth voice said, "for someone who spent the night with the company of a woman, you are rather ornery. I take it you didn't enjoy yourself." Sesshomaru.

"I didn't get laid by anyone, shitface!"

"The paper implies a different tale."

"And you should know better than anyone to not believe the papers, Captain Fluff." Inuyasha watched Kagome's reaction, knowing that she would realize who was on the other line now. She paled slightly before lifting her chin in defiance, folding her arms across her chest and glaring.

"Ahh, but you should realize that I do take an interest when my name is involved in false accusations. However, I did not realize that you were interested in my discarded women," he said. Inuyasha could hear a bit of a growl in his voice and recognized it as a warning.

"Nothing's going on. Besides, at least I don't treat her like shit."

"She was the one," he growled, "that began the games."

"Feh, what-fucking-ever. You keep telling yourself that. You shouldn't care. It looks like you got someone else to bother. Now what the fuck do you want; I don't have all damn day."

"Stay away from her," he growled.

Inuyasha smirked. "Is someone jealous?"

Even through the phone, Inuyasha could feel Sesshomaru's eyes narrowing at him. "Do as I say. I have no desire for my name to be involved in more scandal."

"Fuck that," he replied. "I do what I want," he finished before hanging up on his brother.

Kagome was glaring at him, practically radiating anger. "So," she seethed, "Is this going to give him another reason to treat me like dirt?"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Feh," he said, "don't worry about him."

Kagome snorted. "Worried?" she said, tossing her hands into the air. "Why would I be worried about him? I don't care what the hell he does." She turned, muttering indecipherable words under her breath. "I'll meet you inside."

"Damnit!" Inuyasha said. He began dialing numbers on his phone. After a few rings, he was greeted by an answering machine. "Yo, perv," he said angrily. "I don't know what the fuck you're thinking, but you never told me this was part of the plan. She's pissed and I'm pissed. He's pissed too, but don't get all excited about it. Kagome's heated. You better have a good reason for this, or I'm going to tell Sango to cut off your junk – and once she sees Kagome's reaction, I think she'll do it, too."

She moved perfectly in time to the music. Her hips were covered in a dark skirt but stopped well before the knees, showing slender, milky legs that bent and extended in slight movements that registered dramatically on any watcher's eyes. Though her taught stomach was covered under a colored shirt, one could see it roll slightly as she moved, arching. Her small hands moved through her dark hair, pulling it away from her neck, revealing the elegant appendage. Sweat dripped down it, clinging to her skin. She glowed.

A masculine hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her back slightly so that she moved in time with the male. His eyes looked at no one but her, drinking in her movements and drawing his lips between his teeth in anticipation.

He growled. He barely even noticed the hand that laid on his arm until it traced its way up his arm to his chest. He flinched against it, turning his amber gaze away from the dancing woman on the dance floor and to the woman by his side. He snarled angrily before pulling her into him and aggressively taking her lips. He nipped at her lips, almost drawing blood and surely leaving them swollen and red. As suddenly as he took her, he released her completely, once again turning his attention back to the woman on the floor.

Reaching into his pockets, he fished out a few bills.

"Get yourself a drink," he said.

"Sesshomaru?" she asked.

"Go."

"Fine, but don't expect me to get you anything," Kagura said haughtily, sauntering off.

He watched her from the corners of his eyes, waiting until she disappeared between the waves of people before shifting away from his position. Sesshomaru barely even realized that his legs were carrying him between people and closer to the dancing couple. Though he tried to fight himself, his unconsciousness prevailed. When he reached the pair, his strong hand wrapped around the male's shoulder, pulling him back away from the dancing woman. The man turned, opening his mouth to speak. The man must have seen his narrowed eyes and tense scowl, for he backed off immediately, disappearing from his vision. Instantly, he took the other male's place against her back, gently pulling her against him. He was immediately entranced by her gentle scent that was mixed with sweat. Leaning in, he nipped at her ear.

She flinched. His anger returned.

"I see you've moved on once again," he whispered to her, tightening his grasp so that she could not move away.

Blue eyes flew open. It was him – Sesshomaru. She knew that voice anywhere. It belonged to the one person that she did not want to see. Instantly, she struggled. Her hands flew down to his, attempting to pull him off of her. She twisted.

"Let me go," she hissed.

"You appeared to be enjoying yourself just a moment ago."

"Just because I thought you were someone else," she said. "Now let me go."

"It appears to me that you merely enjoy the feel of someone against you. Are you sleeping with him?"

"You bastard!"

"Do you get the same pleasure with him as you did with me?"

"Let go!" she screamed.

Multiple pairs of eyes turned towards them. Hissing, he removed his hands, but not before sliding them along her waist to her back. He was pleased that she shivered from the action.

She turned to him, her cerulean eyes flashing in anger. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.

"I was merely dancing, Kagome," he replied, smirking.

"Well, go find someone else to dance with. I'm sure you can find someone else."

"It appears that you are capable of doing the same," he said. "But I thought that you had moved on to my brother. Seeing that he is possessive and you were dancing with another male, I'm guess that he is not here. Are Tashios not good enough for you?"

Her hands flew to her hips. "There is nothing going on with your brother. But why do you even care?" Kagome growled, stalking closer to him. "I saw the paper, too. You were with another woman. Why should you even care if I was seeing anyone else? You were the one that called it off with me, and we all know that you don't care for your brother, so that's not the issue. What are you looking for?"

"I was not aware that I needed a reason," Sesshomaru replied. He took a graceful stride to her, closing the gap between them.

"Of course you do," she said, tossing her hands into the air in exasperation. "When do you ever do something for another person just for their benefit? You always have to have a reason for things – that's just the way you are. And seeing that it's been a month since I've seen you last, I really don't think that you're looking to become friends."

He lowered his head, leaning into her ear once again. Kagome was shaking, but Sesshomaru could not tell if it was due to arousal or anger. "I am merely concerned," he began, blowing gently on her earlobe, "for the reputation of the Tashio name."

Kagome was still for a moment; so still that Sesshomaru almost thought that she did not hear him. But then he felt her small hands come up to his chest. She pushed violently against him, managing to knock him back a step. He grunted, but she was breathing heavily, shaking her head negatively.

"Just concerned? That's why you're here, bothering me, harassing me," she whispered, darkly, almost dangerously. "What gives you the right…"

"Kagome? Is everything ok?" Sango appeared through the mass of people, sliding up to Kagome's side and taking her hand in hers, squeezing it reassuringly. Miroku was right behind her.

Miroku glanced between his boss and the slender woman, taking in their threatening expressions, weighing the situation. "Mr. Tashio," he finally said, smiling, "It's a surprise to see you here."

"Sesshy," someone else said. She appeared next to Sesshomaru, pressing herself against him. She glanced over at the trio across from them, scowling and then rolling their eyes. "What are you talking to them for? Why don't you come and dance with me?"

Sesshomaru glanced at Miroku and then back to Kagome. They all knew. It was the woman from the photograph.

"What aren't we good enough to talk to?" Sango said angrily. She stepped forward, dropping Kagome's hand and standing defensively.

Kagura flashed them a fake smile before turning back towards Sesshomaru. "They're not even pretty. Why don't we get out of here?"

He looked down at her, his face expressionless. "I was discussing something with Higurashi. It does not concern you."

"And it doesn't concern me either," Kagome snapped. "If you're so concerned with your precious reputation, then you can contact my agent. I have nothing to say to you." She nodded towards Sango and Miroku. "Come on, let's go home." She turned away, beginning to walk away.

As she walked, she heard Kagura's voice float to her. "Higurashi? Wasn't that the girl you were involved with? She's not even pretty, Sesshy. I can see why you dumped her."

Kagome's blood boiled. Something inside of her snapped. She turned back towards the pair, trembling with barely controlled anger. "Do you know why he dumped me?" she asked. "Because your beloved Sesshy is a paranoid asshole. He's not going to trust you; he can't trust anyone." Her eyes darted to Sesshomaru's face. "You know that you're not going to be happy with her. Just look at her, she's probably only after you for your money. You can't trust her, and you know that. But you're not expecting to. It's just another fling for you and when you get tired of her, you'll just discard her for someone else. I have no idea what you're looking for, but you're never going to find it if you keep acting like this. How can you ever expect to be content?"

She shook her head. "Maybe you'll be happy with her, I don't know; maybe someone exactly like you is what you need. But I almost hope that she breaks your heart, Sesshomaru. That way you'll know what it's like and you'll truly understand what broken trust is. You were right, you know. There can't be a relationship without trust. So ask yourself this: why are you with her?"

And then she was gone.

TBC...

A/N: Well, what do you think? Please let me know how this story is going and if you have any suggestions! Also, thank you to everyone that has read or reviewed my story - you're support is why I like writing this story!