Lemon Warning! Young Readers Be Warned- scroll down until you see the end barrier.

Large hands ran over her entire body eliciting fire-like patterns to race after his constantly wandering fingers. Kagome struggled against the ribbons binding her hands above her head. Her head moved back and forth against the pillow cushioning it against the floor. Kagome's eyes lifted to the foot of the bed to which those irritating sashes were knotted to. Soft masculine lips kissed butterfly touches to her cheek and ran down under the curve of her jaw. When those torturous lips reached the base of her neck near her collar bone, her world crashed. A hot, wet tongue flicked out to lead that devastating path back to her ear. Kagome felt him nip at the lobe before sucking it into his mouth. His hands, so much larger than her own, paused over aching breasts to give a soothing squeeze to ease their taught dusty pink peaks.

The vixen writhing beneath him sighed at the gentle caressed he provided. He focused his attention on her amble breasts, licking and kissing a path down to and around the silken mounds. But he didn't give in to temptation and resisted pulling that nipple into his mouth. A soft tortured moan stroked his ears clearly disappointed. But when he settled his weight fully onto her petite frame he could feel her need. It was an almost tangible heat streaking her skin with a light flush. It only took the silver-haired male a simple, sensuous stroke of the outside of her hip, near the dip towards her womanhood, before she opened her legs willingly to him. His hard erection rested stiffly against the top of her freshly shaven center. His mouth sought hers again as he spoke the words of desire in shivering whispers before plunging his naughty tongue back once again into her cavernous mouth. Her tongue fought desperately with his attempting to persuade the dexterous flesh to remain seeing as how it was her only control in this tied situation. He smirked as he pulled away, but only after licking the seam of her upper lip and giving it a little nibble.

Kagome wriggled against him in an attempt to brush harder, closer, against the object she yearningly craved for at this moment, at every moment. Her hips lifted to lure him into that uncontrollable lust they both knew existed just below their slick skin waiting for the other to seduce. She nicked harshly at his neck bared so openly to her face and Kagome smiled at his shudder. She lathered the reddened skin with the slightly rough texture of her tongue. His hands had paused at her waist gripping at her sides trying to grasp any control he had only seconds before. The two were beautiful instruments that played so well together, and no sound could dominate.

Sesshoumaru pressed his forehead against hers as he tried to remain lucid despite her stimulating struggles against his already pulsating erection. He stifled a groan to die deep in his throat at a more vigorous grind. His hand slid down and cupped her fully at the quivering apex between her thighs. A single digit prodded the sensitive opening that was already pleasantly wet. He was surprised that he only needed to touch her, kiss her, hold her, and then she would be his as they drifted into their own reality with them being the only inhabitants. He felt her mewling protest and her urging hips for his actions to continue. Sesshoumaru did not disappoint. That one privileged finger dipped into her opening stroking the easily responsive area. His ears were blessed with a gasping groan as she struggled with her own sexual tension and her body's demand to touch him. Her hands twisted in their trappings wringing back and forth hoping the material would loosen.

Kagome rocked her hips along with his plundering fingers that thrust quickly in and out of her. Her head fell back against the pillow with her eyes shut so that she could feel the enjoyment, not just see it. Though she knew if she were to open her eyes she'd see that annoying smirk he always wore when he could reduce her to this pleading state that needed him, and only him for completion. He loved the power this gave just about as much as she did. To think that a young college girl could lower 'the' Takarashi Sesshoumaru, owner and businessman, to a groaning, disoriented man with his neatly combed hair spread crazily sticking around his sweating body as she took him into her mouth. It was truly a high that no illegal drugs could give.

Their lips met feverishly as Kagome met them in her state of ecstasy. She could feel that heated pull as the coil of muscles wound tighter and bundled nerves frazzled preparing for that heavenly release. She moaned into his mouth, just a few moments, and then it would be her turn for revenge. A shaking strain shook her frame, but his one finger had been joined by another long ago, and only increased their dizzying rhythm. Kagome was breathless and her parched mouth swallowed to moisten it. A few more seconds...just one more...

End Lemon Scene

Blue eyes opened to a white ceiling. Kagome blinked herself into awareness. She found her body covered in a light grey blanket that clearly suited the color scheme of the apartment and hell even the lobby. Long, leanly muscular arms stretched above her head and her back arched causing her to curl in on herself. A slender pink tongue stuck out of her mouth in a yawn. Kagome breathed in deeply before turning over, the couch was much more comfortable than it looked. Kagome closed her eyes hoping to nod off again to grasp another part of that...rather exquisite dream...

-Crap!-

Kagome sprung up from her temporary bedding arrangements, her eyes wide. Her chest was heaving partly in her confusion and also because the previous excitement from said dream arose back into her being. This was all known to her by the slight throbbing of her womanhood. Kagome clutched the blankets to her chest trying to comprehend what was happening. She was still quite in love with Inuyasha even after everything he had done to her. There was no way she could be having sex dreams about his brother.

-Well...half..but still!-

Though she and Inuyasha never were involved in sexual relations, in fact they had just started thinking about it when he broke up with her. Now Kagome needless to say wasn't prude or a virgin. In today's society there were very few people still pure and none that Kagome knew of, but there had to be at least one person. However, Kagome didn't take sex lightly and made sure she did care for the person deeply before even thinking about it. Or that's what Kagome always thought, but here she was having extreme dreams about someone, not only someone at least four years older than her, but also that she barely knew!

Still...Kagome couldn't help the jitters that raced electrically down her spine at the very thought of her dream. It was so sensual, almost like the very touch of his skin, so smooth and hot, turned her on. Kagome flopped back onto the sofa, lifting a cool hand to wipe the sheen of sweat from her forehead. She puffed out her cheeks childishly and breathed deeply to calm her rapid heart. It was then that she heard quiet giggling coming from the nearby room. The female sat up brushing the blankets back and off of her.

"Ohay- whoa..."

She had entered the kitchen only to find it littered with dishes and found the source of the mirth standing in the center in front of a broken egg obviously dropped on the floor. Two sets of innocent eyes blinked up at her as two bottom lips pouted. Kagome laughed at them ruffling each head before grabbing a napkin and sponge to try and clean up the egg.

Kagome looked around at the assortment of interesting species of pancakes that she'd never seen before and briefly wondered how she'd slept through this. She was only a few feet away and they had to have made a lot of noise, but then her focus was stolen by the after affects of her nightly vision. Kagome blushed before sweeping the notions away and wished she didn't make any sounds for others to notice. Kagome also noticed the lack of chaperone and after scolding the two lightly for cooking without someone to watch over them, the woman left the kitchen.

"Hey Rin-chan, where's Takarashi-san?"
"Sesshoumaru-san."
"Nani?"
"Otou isn't a stranger to Ka-chan."

Kagome nodded realizing that though what the child said was true, Kagome was only using the respectful suffix. But she stored that information away and would remember to refer to him as such at least not in public or when not around Rin.

"So where is Sesshoumaru-san?"
"Sleeping, sleeeeeeeping!!" Rin said in a sing-song voice as Shippou shook his head smiling at her.
"Uh...okay."

Kagome figured she should wake Sesshomaru and went searching in the only part of the house she hadn't been yet. The short corridor had three doors. The first one was an office with the laptop screen still flickering light blue in the dark room. The next was a huge walk-in storage closet that seemed to be filled only with a few cleaning appliances and then towels, sheets, blankets, etc. So basically it was empty except for the two back corners. Kagome could then assume that the last door, the one furthest in, would be his bedroom. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck and she swore that if it was nighttime, this could be a scene from a horror movie.

A lightly tanned hand knocked on the door once softly, then again a few minutes later just a tad bit louder. Kagome stuck her head in the door. The man was still sleeping. Somehow they had both slept through the obvious noise the cook's had been making. Well, when she thought about it Kagome realized they hadn't been that loud when she woke up. Kagome didn't even know they were there at her initial wake from the slumbering realm. Maybe they had been trying to keep quiet so that the adults could sleep in? After all it was only 8 o'clock on a Sunday.

Sesshoumaru was laying on his side with his long sweeping locks cascading out behind him across the queen sized bed. His bed was pushed against the wall in the corner, the one closest to the door. Next to it was a night stand with a lamp, clock, his watch, and a pair of glasses resting on the flat surface.

-Does he wear glasses?-

Kagome glanced over his room. There was a bureau across the room from the end of his bed and parallel to that against the back wall far to Kagome's left was a large book case taking up the majority of the wall accompanied by a reclining sitting chair. Then in the middle of the room was a low table just higher than a foot of the ground with two floor cushions pushed neatly between its feet. The room was sparse of any decoration besides the lamp and a wall scroll on the wall between his dresser and his bed that at this angle looked like it had a haiku written across its fibers in black ink outlined in a thin gold thread on a white background. There were some sakura flowers designed at the bottom as well as a few stylized Japanese trees with a background of mountains. There was a sunset rising between its two peaks.

The girl cleared her throat nervously as she approached the bed. She had to crawl onto the edge to reach his shoulder, but just as she glided her fingers over the bare skin, she found herself pushed onto her back. Kagome then opened her eyes to look into narrowed golden orbs watching her fiercely. Kagome was trapped beneath his larger form, her wrists contained in each of his hands with his weight holding her legs immobile. And all she could do was blush, darkly.

Bet you weren't expecting that...like I always say...(mistress hime) the morning after is always the best. I don't give 'lemon' warnings, there won't be one every chapter, but expect them. Another thing, do you think I should heighten the rating? Oh and I know having the two of them having 'dreams' about each other is a little cliche, but I couldn't resist. I was looking for an attention getter for this chapter...did it work?