Hey, guys, sorry it took so long to update this story, but as you probably know fanfiction was down for two days. So, anyway, here you go, this is the next chapter. Hope you guys like it.

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Chapter 6

Sex Appeal

It was after midnight when Kurama came stumbling through his hotel room where he'd previously left Kagome. Truthfully, he 'd had every intention of staying elsewhere, but as it turns out, elsewhere was booked solid. He bushed heavily against the door and clumsily walked inside, tired and boneless. He tried to lessen the sound of his boots on the wooden floor so as not to awaken his 'guest.'

Kurama took off his shirt and boots, leaving him in his jeans. He took out the tie that held back his long, glorious red hair, letting the long locks swing free. He shook his head, running a tan hand through his hair to get out the tangles. He sat down on the bed and caught sight of Kagome's black hair streaming out from under the covers. Moonlight fell across the bed, encasing Kagome in its heavenly glow. Almost without thinking, his hand reached out and tenderly brushed aside a lock ofher unbound hair, catching a glimpseof her soft facial features.

Her lips were parted as she breathed in and out very slowly and she sighed in her sleep when his hand accidentally touched her cheek. Almost regretfully, Kurama withdrew his hand and settled under the covers, trying to give her as much space as possibleso as not to startle her come morning. For a long while he laid there quietly, eyes barely opened in silent prayer, as he allowed his eyes to drink in the sheer pleasure of his bed partner's body. The woman, she was an enigma. He'd never met anyone quite like her in all his years. She was apparently very smart, kind….beautiful. Even without knowing her, he knew she had a gentle spirit. A smile drifted across his face, peaceful and honest. It was a smile he rarely showed others, despite his popularity in town.

His last thoughts were stillabout her, as he finally let exhaustion take over and he slipped into a dreamlesssleep.

The next morning was quite the bizarre turn for Kagome Higurashi. For one thing, when she'd fallen asleep last night, she knew for sure there hadn't been a man in bed with her, especially a man likeShuichi Minamino. This brought forth some troubling questions and also, admittedly, a few arousing possibilities as she noticed immediately that he was already awake…and staring at her.

She gave a startled gasp and backed away from the smirking man, staring at him accusingly. "You! What are you doing here in my room?"

Kurama couldn't help butallow a lazy, lop-sided smile to cross his face. "Technically, darlin', this is my room."

Kagome sputtered, trying to find the right words to express what she was feeling. "Yes, but, uh, you said you were going to stay elsewhere."

"Plans change," he shrugged before sitting up, giving Kagome a perfect view of his perfect chest and abs. She blushed and turned her face away as he smiled knowingly.

"Then what are you doing here?" she bit out through gritted teeth when she finally found the words to speak again,

Kurama shrugged, "Rojas, my boss over at the Queen, hired a new dove last night, so all the rooms were taken."

"New dove?" She couldn't help but ask.

"A new saloon girl," he answered giving her a curious glance, wondering why she'd never heard of a hooker before. Surely they had those...where ever she was from

She sat there staring at him for minutes to come and before she could blink he had leaned closer to her across the bed, his head inches from hers. "You have...beautiful eyes," he murmured huskily, dragging a gentle palm against her cheek. She shuddered at the intensity in his darkening eyes...eyes that appeared to be moving impossibly closer.

"Thank you," she responded, blushing lightly, though inwardly soaking up the words of praise. It had been so very long since any man had ever said such kind words to her. And from such a handsome man, no less.

"I love your skin," he murmured now, his touch blazing a path across her shoulders and down her arms. "So…soft."

She could do nothing but stare into his eyes as he crept closer and swiftly covered her mouth. Almost immediately, heat spiraled through them, as her eyes drifted shut and she leaned helplessly into his kiss, as her mouth began to open under his persuasive tongue. She moaned lightly as his tongue softly lined her lips, as if begging her to open to his exploration.

Realizing what was happening, Kagome froze before opening under his administrations. His arms drew her closer and into the warm enclosure of his embrace, as hers reached up and drew around his neck. When he released her mouth to let her catch her breath, she whimpered before opening her eyes. "What are you doing to me?" She whispered, helpless to stop him from his gentle exploration.

"This," he whispered back, before taking her mouth again, as if stealing the breath from her very soul. However, this kiss was different from the last one. This kiss was neither gentle, nor kind, as he now took and demanded. She was drowning in his eyes as they stared sensuously and seductively into hers. His arousing jade orbs only seemed to grow with intensity and it shot a pang of want straight to her center. She could have stayed there forever, if it hadn't been for the sudden sound of gun-shots outside her window.

Kagome shot up with a gasp, pushing him away and breathing heavily as she rushed to the window. "What was that?" She asked.

She didn't dare look at him, a blush staining her cheeks and fear in her eyes. She realized suddenly that she hadn't let anyone close to her since her divorce. She'd planned on never giving her heart away again, so why, oh why, had she ended up in the arms of the only man she knew she couldn't have? Why was Kurama so different? What made him so much more different than any other man she'd ever met; even Inuyasha couldn't compare to Kurama. And she'd been in love with him, had married him, had slept with him. At the time, Kagome had thought Inuyasha the love of her life, but this...this was torture.

Kurama lay back on his elbows, watching as she tried to hide from him, a small smirk quirking his lips. "Another man for breakfast," he muttered after a moment of tense silence and Kagome's still rapid breathing.

"What?" she asked, turning away from the window to look at him when she felt calm enough to do so without getting caught up in his eyes.

"Bodie has a man for breakfast almost everyday," Kurama stated calmly, referring to the gunshots they had witnessed earlier.

Kagome shot him a small, condescending glare. "That's terrible."

He shrugged again. "It's a normal occurrence, sometimes there are more than one."

Kagome had to stop and think for a minute as she realized that Bodie and most places of this time period were like that. She stood thoughtful for another few minutes until she caught sight of Kurama shooting her a devastating smile. She was immediately on guard.

"What?" she asked, raising an eye-brow. She was almost afraid to ask.

"Why don't you come back to bed?" he suggested, patting the spotdirectly besidehim...the spot she had previously vacated

It was tempting, she had to admit and the thought was troubling.Kurama was a very attractive man, and unfortunately she was all too aware of him and his sexual allure. But…she promised herself she wouldn't get involved again; especially with someone who would surely die within the next year. She knew...she'd read the date on the local paper when she was still trying to believe this was some crazy nightmare. Her last thought struck a chord deep in her gut. Just the knowledge that in less than a year, this viable and very attractive man, would be hanged for a crime she wasn't sure he was responsible for.

Kurama watched her expressive eyes flash from one emotion to the next. First her eyes were smoldering and he couldn't help but carry a sense of male pride that she'd responded to him. Then her eyes had grown soft and sad and for the life of him, Kurama couldn't understand what that look was for. But her face….

"We've met before, haven't we?" he asked suddenly, drawing Kagome out of her less than pleasant thoughts.

"I'm sorry," she responded, meeting his eyes.

"We have met before." It was a statement, not a question.

Kagome shook her head, denying it. How could she tell him; tell him that sure they'd met. He'd just been dead and a ghost at the time. "No, we haven't," she whispered. "Listen, Mr. Minamino-."

"We're hardly strangers now, Miss Higurashi, I think you can call me Kurama now." The ruthless man winked and she blushed at the hidden meaning behind his words.

"Kurama," she couldn't help but whisper his name and said man shivered at the way her voice seemed to caress his name. He allowed himself a brief, tender moment to wonder what she would sound like calling his namd in the midst of a passionate embrace.

Before his body could betray him, Kurama's sudden lust was tempered by a hunger of a different, not to mention, less dangerous kind."Listen, are you hungry?"

Kagome was about to answer before her stomach rumbled for her, causing her to giggle and blush, while he laughed out loud. "I think, that answers that question. Hold on, I'll be right back."

Before she could ask where he was going, Kurama was gone and out the door. He was back in a few minutes; carrying the absolute hideous dress she'd ever seen. She took her statement back from the night before. This was the worst dress she'd ever seen...and looked as if she was about to wear. The one from last night seemed so much more pleasing than this monstrosity. It was a bold green with yellow polka dots on the bodice part. He left it for her and then went to change his own clothes. She sighed and warily picked up the dress. Oh, well. She slid it on, momentarily wondering where he'd gotten it from. The prick of jealousy made her thoughts come to a screechinghalt. Now, why on earth was she getting so jealous? She hardly knew the man. It was none of her business who he'd received it from.

She went to the mirror and grimaced. She gave a bitter laugh after a moment, yet again reminded herself that although she looked positively dreadful, at least her arms and legs wouldn't cause a scandel. The only good thing was that she could leave on her sneakers on underneath the dress, as the dress was so long no one would be able to see them.

A short knock on her door was her only warning as Kurama stroad in, looking as good as he had the night before. Kagome's mouth ran dry as the breath left her. He'd donned a black pair of pants with a red shirt andhis hair was pulled back inits customary red ponytail, black Stetson perched on top of his shiny hair and lowered to just above the crest ofhis startling green eyes.

"Ready?" he asked, his deep voice low and sexy.

She held back the shiver and acted apathetic before ducking under his arm propped against the open door frame. She felt, more than caught, Kurama's eyes as they watched her walk by him, breathing in her intoxicating scent as she passed.

"Stop looking at me like that," she whispered under her breath as he followed her down the stairs.

"Now, why would I want to do that?" he asked, startling her, as he stood directly behind her. He was so close; she could feel his hot breath breathing on her neck.

"Never mind," she shook her head and continued on, determined not to let the infuriating man get to her.

A few minutes later, Kurama and Kagome were settled down in a small booth as Kagome noticed everyone was staring at her. "I've got to get a change of clothes," she murmured to herself.

"We can get you some later," Kurama suggested, overhearing her comment.

She started to refuse. "But I don't have any money."

"That's okay. It's on me," he said.

She just nodded as Kurama glanced up and tipped his hat to a woman wearing a green dress and straw bonnet.

"Good morning, Miss Sango."

The woman smiled. "Good morning, Kurama. Who is your lovely friend?"

Kurama introduced the two. "Kagome, this is Sango, she owns this little place."

"It's very nice to meet you," Kagome said pleasantly, smiling at Sango when the other woman smiled back.

The woman moved away after exchanging pleasantries with Kurama for a few minutes, waving a hand as she departed. Their waitress approached the table, Kagome immediately noticing her eyes never left Kurama. She had a wealth of red hair, green eyes, and freckles sprinkled across her nose. "Good morning, Kurama," she said. "What are you having today?"

"Hello, Ayame." Kurama gave his order and then looked at his date in askance.

"And you, miss?" the girl asked, her eyes never once leaving Kurama's face.

"The same as him, I guess," Kagome stated.

The girl returned a few minutes later, carrying two hot cups of coffee. "If you need anything," her voice lowered as she batted her eyes, "don't hesitate to call me."

Kurama merely grinned at her beforechuckling at the incredulous look on Kagome's face.

"Here you go, Kurama, Ham and Eggs, the way you like 'em,"Ayame said. Kagome was handed her meal rather hurriedly and as she cut into her ham, she noticed Kurama had two extra biscuits and an extra bacon slice.

Kurama noticed Kagome's expression. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, much." She shot him a teasing grin. "I was just expecting her to drop to her knees and feed you."

"Jealous?" he challenged, wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

"Ha, as if," she responded.

"Can I help it if she likes me?" Kurama asked, shrugging his shoulders and acting so nonchalant that Kagome almost believed he was speaking about something as simple as the weather.

"Likes you?" Kagome repeated dryly and without emotion. "That's putting it mildly."

Kurama chuckled again at Kagome's dismayed expression. She was quite pretty when she was flustered. He couldn't help but be charmed.

Kagome and Kurama finished their meal and as Kagome was eating the last few bites she noticed him staring at her.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing. Are you ready to go?"

Kagome couldn't resist teasing him again as the waitresses smiled and giggled over the enchanting man. "Yeah, if you can tear yourself away."

Kurama laughed again and helped her stand up, leaving a generous tip on the table, tipping his hat to Sango, and taking her elbow.

Kurama took her to a woman named Madam Shiori so Kagome could buy some new clothes. She was a French woman, but very nice as she took Kagome's measurements.

"Hey, Shiori, give Kagome anything she wants here," Kurama said with a wink. "Don't worry, she'll take good care of you."

"Another admirer?" Kagome was not surprised. Every woman in this town was attracted to Kurama...every woman but her that is. Right?

"Can't help it, darlin'," he shrugged. "Can you find your way back to the hotel?"

"I think so," she replied curtly. "I'm not some fluttering princess like the other girls in this town. I am a lady and can find my own way, thank you very much."

All she heard was an echoing laugh as he ambled away and turned at a street corner. Kagome gave an indignant cry and marched into the shop. Why on earth was she getting so worked up about him?

"Something troubling you, dear?" Madam Shiori asked. She smiled widely as Kagome merely tossed her hair behind her shoulders and huffed indignantly, complaining about horribly hot men who had no shame in their entire hot bodies. Madam Shiori onlyallowed the younger woman to complain for a few more minutes before getting started. "Well, you have come to the right place, dearie. You just sit right here and I will fix you right up." Kagome was then whisked away into a dressing room where she was poked and prodded for several hours until she was finally let go. She'd always wondered what older culture's had worn, especially in America. Back in Tokyo, Kimonos were ageless and still worn, though newer trends were starting to set in. But America's trends tended tochange quite frequently and Kagome couldn't help but be wowed at her new appearance.

Kagome now wore a camisole, white cotton stockings, pantaloons, a corset, a corset cover, a bustle, a petty coat, and finally a linen underskirt. Madam Shiori dropped the last pieces over top all the layers; a brown and green skirt, and a long-sleeves white blouse over her top. Kagome's hair was pinned a moment later as a dainty bonnet was placed atop her head with green and white streamers.

"Oh, magnifique!" Shiori cried as she studied her project. Kagome turned to stare at herself, eyes widening in dismay. Good, kami, was that really her?

Personally she thought most of the layers had been unnecessary, but now Kagome could definitely see why they were used. Her waist seemed slimmer and her breasts were pushed up and out. The colors in the blouse brought out Kagome's cool, blue eyes and contrasted with her black hair. Holy hell, how was Kurama going to recognize her when she even recognize herself?

Kagome picked out a few more things before beginning the short walk back to the hotel, dressed in her new apparel. Kagome immediately felt the change in the atmosphere as soon as she set foot outside Madame Shiori's boutique. Everywhere she looked, men tipped their hats, while ladies nodded to her and smiled. She honestly felt like a new woman, thoughshe was sweating bullets not two steps down the street. Cursing Kurama since there was no one else to blame for her predicament, Kagome figured thatat the rate she was walking, she'd be baked before she even located the man.

She spotted Kurama right off the bat as she entered the hotel. He was sitting on a coach talking to another gentleman. She stopped in her tracks as his eyes lifted momentarily and he did a double take. She almost smiled to herself as she walked over to him. He looked so surprised.

"Kagome," he nodded his head, her name almost a whisper on his tongue.

"Kurama," she extended her hand as he picked it up and kissed it softly, his intense, bedroom eyes never once leaving hers.

"Miss Higurashi, I'd like you to meet Koenma. Koenma, meet Kagome Higurashi."

Kagome held out her hand and shook his. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Higurashi," Koenma said pleasantly. "Are you new in town?"

"Yes, I am," she responded easily.

"Well, it is nice meeting you, let me know if there is anything I can do for you during your stay here, Miss Higurashi," Koenma said.

Kurama replaced Koenma's with his own, shooting him a hooded glance. "That's enough, Koenma, I assure you, if Miss Higurashi has need of assistance, I will be perfectly willing to give her a hand."

Koenma's eyes rose a little, before he smiled slightly. "Ah, so that's how it is," Koenma muttered.

He left a few minutes later after glancing in between Kagome and Kurama, a small smirk on his face. The minute he left, Kagome shot a glare at Kurama, her eyes shooting sparks.

"How dare you!" she cried, indignantly.

"How dare I what?" Kurama asked.

"Did you see the way he looked at us?" she asked her hands on her pretty hips. Damn, Kurama wanted to kiss her...again. He'd been thinking about tasting that sweet mouth with his ever since this morning. And she just looked so darn beautiful with those angered sea-colored eyes and pretty face flushed with both heat and anger. Kagome's words began to scamble as she caught the sudden flare of intimacy in his come-hither eyes. "Now he thinks that we're, that you…and I, that we-."

"That we…?"

"Oh, you know very well what he thinks," Kagome grumbled.

"It's for your own good," Kurama responded casually. "It's better for men to think you're spoken for, as there aren't too many women in this town; and most are saloon girls."

Kagome turned her face away and lifted her nose daintily, "well, I can take care of myself."

"Is that so," Kurama teased, unwilling to resist goading her.

"Well, yes," Kagome turned back to stare him directly in the eye. "I don't know much about the girls in Bodie, but let me just tell you, that I am different; I'm not some simpering little girl and I won't be treated like one."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," Kurama apologized, holding up his hands as if in surrender. "Look, I don't have to be at work for another few hours. How about I take you out for some pie, Miss Higurashi?"

To her amazement, Kagome's ire faded and was replaced with a quick grin. Being here in the nineteenth century made her feel different, like she was acting in a stage play. So she batted her eyelashes and accepted the invitation. "Why thank you, Mr. Minamino that would be lovely."

He stared at her quizzically, seemingly taken aback by her abrupt change in emotions. Without warning, Kurama flung back his head and released the most beautiful male laugh she'd ever heard. It was so….sexy sounding and it filled her with so much warmth, she felt like bursting; her amusement faded within seconds as the realization set in again that in just a few months the man would no longer be laughing.

Well, what did you guys think? This chapter is pretty long so hopefully it'll keep most of you tided over for a couple of days. If not, well you'll just have to review and tell me what you think. And maybe, just maybe I'll write another chapter. Oh, yeah, someone asked if they were moving too fast and honestly I'm following the book line. They move quickly, but there is more after they establish a relationship. Don't worry, it'll be good,I promise. Anyway, please read and review.

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