He was pressed tightly down against her. Kagome averted her gaze from his alluring honey hued depths and had to focus on her breathing. It seemed to be getting harder and harder where every passing second felt like hours. Unlike in her dream, his sex was soft at this moment and laid down naturally against her thigh. She kicked herself for being the slightest bit disappointed that he wasn't any more affected. After all what would she do if he was? His satin pajama pants were a silky contrast to the rougher texture of her stretch jeans she wore still from the previous night. He descended closer lowering his head next to hers. Kagome also noticed that his voice dropped to a lower timbre the more words he spoke, the farther into his sentence. Warm air blew across her cheek from his words that were tinted with a light mint smell stating that Sesshoumaru had just brushed his teeth and wasn't in actuality ever sleeping when she came in. He was either waiting for what she would do, just dozing, or laying there enjoying the calm of the morning before getting up.

"You presume to enter my quarters without my consent."
"Nani?! I knocked! You didn't answer, so I thought you were sleeping."
"Hn. I wasn't."
"Well obviously..." Kagome muttered.
"You're nervous."

He leaned down closer. Making people uncomfortable was a habit he acquired after many years of doing it without even trying, but this time with her it was becoming more and more entertaining. But his expression turned almost thoughtful at her next words.

"Don't assume."

Kagome returned her response in the same clipped tone that he had used with her. She kept it simple, after all, she was nervous, but he didn't need to know that. It seemed her lonely heart was pulling the same old tricks. Kagome would meet a guy and if she even had the slightest, tiniest bit of an attraction, her dreams would be filled with visions of that person. It had all started with Hojo, and really it was probably just a way to con her mind into dating, but the relationships never worked out. Just like with Hojo, Kagome would be the one to break it off because the person in her dreams was, of course, not the same in reality. Or at least some might have been, but they never got the chance to prove it. Ever since Hojo and Inuyasha, plus one other, Kagome never fell for it. Usually if she ignored it, all feeling that generated this dreams in her subconscious, would fade away and the dreams would soon follow. But never had she ever experienced, in all six cases where dreams had occurred, a dream where she would actually have such...intense and purely sexual relations with the occupant of that vision. It was exhilarating and confusing, but most of all Kagome wasn't sure how to act now. So she did the first thing that came to mind.

Kagome leaned closer and looked right into his gaze. They were practically touching noses now. Her cerulean orbs rebounded back and forth between the two of his before Kagome quickly tilted her head to the side. Then petal soft lips bore down in a gentle caress against his alabaster -peach colored skin, near the edge of his lips. If she had moved the slightest bit inward towards the center of his face she would have touched that corner, but Kagome didn't want to offend him. She only wanted to achieve her purpose, which she did. Sesshoumaru paused at her bold action on his person, but even more so with the almost unnoticeable pressure she applied. His body had stiffened and lifted up enough that allowed her flexible, lithe to slip quickly from underneath his. Golden eyes followed her out the door and he sat up with his legs hanging over the edge of the bed. Just as he righted and composed himself, the woman had turned back to leave a parting message.

"Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes and remember to put on a shirt."

He caught the smirk on her face as she walked out his bedroom door. Sesshoumaru suppressed the urge to grab and pull her back in because there was nothing he would do besides reprimand her blatant disrespect towards him. Sesshoumaru's eyes glinted, as he recalled her words. He had a better idea that would put her back in her place and there was little input on Sesshoumaru's part. The man got out of the large bed and rumpled bedding, before returning to straight the sheet and comforter. He walked into the bathroom connected to his room to lightly wash his face with water. Then he dried it with a towel. He didn't bother to brush it for now, only ran a hand through it. Sesshoumaru put on the black slippers before exiting his room and heading down the corridor for the kitchen.

Kagome blew her cheeks out exhaling a lot of air and moved her bangs in the process. She combed her fingers down to right them. She reached a hand back to scratch absently at her neck. The kids had prepared plenty of pancakes, but that seemed to be the only edible food they accomplished. Kagome had already cleaned up their only attempt at eggs when she had first discovered them. She shuffled around in her socks tidying up the cooking area a little. She efficiently rinsed dishes and silverware left forgotten on the counters, but Kagome left the bigger pans in the sink for later. Kagome tugged on the tails of the shirt. They hung down so low, it was getting annoying. So, she did a quick fix and went about making eggs. She called the children who both skidded slipping on the tile both in slippers. Rin had apparently lent a pair to Shippou. Kagome told them to set out the forks. knives, and to be careful with the plates. Then she instructed the pair to set about getting drinks.

"Don't forget to ask Sesshoumaru-san what he would like to drink as well! And no running!"

She called after them as they jogged out of the kitchen with the silverware with their hands. Kagome smiled satisfied when she heard the pounding feet slow soon after her remark. Kagome bit her lip trying to remember which cabinet contained the frying pan. She shrugged and decided on trial and error.

Sesshoumaru stopped at the entrance to his kitchen. His feet made little to no noise in his slippers. He leaned on one side of the doorway crossing his arms against his chest. Sesshoumaru watched her opening every cabinet and he smirked when he realized that it would be the second to last one that she would find the pans. Sesshoumaru knew she was searching for some sort judging by the eggs left on the counter near stove. His eyes followed her as she bent over to look in the next cabinet. A nicely rounded rear was placed into his assessment and even Sesshoumaru had to admit that the trimly muscled flesh passed his meticulous inspection. Her hips swayed as if she moved to a unique beat all her own. His shirt look good on her, the green color making her silky tresses stand out even more. The cotton top had been pulled up to just above her belly button and loosely tied by its tails. She had obviously done it quickly for the tie was only half completed. Her jeans were hip huggers and began just above where he could expect pubic hairs, unless she shaved, which seemed plausible. Her hip bones were revealed as they stood out more when she moved. Sesshoumaru was going to let himself enjoy this parade she was accomplishing across his kitchen, but...this proposed the chance to embarrass her.

"The second to the left. You're going to have to learn your way around for the next time you stay over."

Kagome straightened at his voice. His voice was almost suggestive had the tint of humor not been present. Kagome turned towards him with her hands on her hips only to blush at the sight of him. He had disregarded her comment, most likely on purpose, by leaving his chest bare to her eyes. Though it wasn't like she was complaining. Kagome considered herself to have a good eye for art and the picture before her was perfection. The interplay of toned muscles rippled beneath his pale, unblemished skin. His collar bone was defined and his biceps were built so flawlessly, Kagome had to stop herself from walking right over to run her fingers over them. She bit her bottom lip again. His abs had tightened when her gaze passed over them to show them even clearer to her, that she had lifted her head quickly. She hadn't even noticed, but judging by the amused flash across his normally stone irises he knew she'd been ogling him. Kagome sighed. What was it about him that made her so nervous? She'd blushed more times this week than she had in the past month. Of course, Kagome was modest, so she did have the tendency and the decency to blush when required, but this was getting ridiculous! But still, aggravating herself further, she blushed again under the intensity of his stare. However she pursed her lips and went to the place he directed and sure enough there the pan was. Of course it would be one of the last she'd look in.

"Arigatou." She said dryly.

She wasn't going to rise to his bait. He'd already gotten more of a reaction then she'd like, the blush, but he wasn't going to get her anger as well. Kagome had a distinct feeling that Sesshoumaru liked it. So, she would do her best to deprive him of such amusements. She set about cooking the eggs when Shippou and Rin entered the tension-filled area. The two watched the adults wide-eyed before slowly backing out.

"Sess-san, could you get the drinks for Rin?"
"Hai, what do you want?"
"Orange tang!"

Sesshoumaru sighed, but looked at Shippou in silent questioning and he responded quickly wishing to leave the kitchen as soon as possible. Kagome's jaw was clenched and she looked ready to blow. It was ironic that at the very moment that the tea kettle squealed its presence making the little tyke. Kagome quickly bustled over and removed it from the burner. She then poured the water into the ornamental pot she'd discovered in her tirade through every cabinet in Sesshoumaru's kitchen. Kagome had already put the green tea in the bottom, the leaves pre-ground into a light colored powder. Sesshoumaru looked at Shippou again.

"Tang for me too, onegai."

Shippou then squirreled his way out of there back into the living room to the puzzle he and Rin had decided to put together. Kagome watched him leave over her shoulder, shaking her head at his quick exit. She wished she could do the same. The air seemed thick, heavy and weighed down almost like suffocation on her chest. She stiffened when he appeared at her back only to reach up above her head into the spice cabinet. Then the tempting male looked over her shoulder so that his head was inches from resting on the curve of her neck. He added a little dash of something or other to the eggs she was currently making an omelet out of. There was only cheese, tomatoes, peppers, and onions, other than egg obviously, so it would have been rather bland. It was scary to know that she was thinking of adding some spice and was about to ask him where it was. At least until she lost all thought when he pressed himself against her back to reach up.

Breakfast went by without event as Kagome paid close attention and participated in the conversation with Rin and Shippou as Sesshoumaru listened idly. He read the newspaper, but Kagome felt she was going paranoid because she knew he was staring at her through most of the meal, but whenever she would look up he was lost in some article. She growled in her head, then laughed at the pathetic attempt. Her mirth escaped into the atmosphere and Rin questioned her as to what was funny, but Kagome looked at Rin innocently and only smiled. And of course Rin returned it glad that Kagome-chan was in more comfortable spirits.

Surprisingly or not really so much, Sesshoumaru aided Kagome in washing the dishes. She had rolled up the long sleeves that fell to her knuckles normally to rest bulged at her elbows. She had just set the first clean pan onto the drying rack before he snatched it up, elegantly as possible, still lacking his shirt. When they were finished, which only took a few minutes with both of them working together. She had turned to thank him, but spotted something odd. There were a few water droplets that had splashed onto him. Without even thinking, her usual reaction since birth, and swiped her hand across his right pectoral muscle a few inches below his collar bone. Or she had meant to if her hand hadn't paused where it was when her eyes caught his. They had darkened again, but this time it was different than the time in the park.

I love cliff-hangers, but will it continue the way you think? Anyway, I'm not sure I handled the scene in Sesshou's room right. Advice and comments are appreciated.