…Um...yeah did you know this fic is almost 400 pages of writing so far? I do believe I may have overdone it a tad…

Sometimes things happen for a reason, good or bad. Whether it's because we want them to occur or it's just out of pure coincidence. Kagome, however, felt this was how everything was supposed to go. Kaede had seen the group when she was walking back to her apartment from the Chikujitsu, where her shift just ended and Totousai was taking over. Rin was invited, rather treated, to go to a movie by Kaede along with Shippou and Kohaku. Apparently it was to make up for lost time since she hadn't seen them all together since Christmas Eve. It was only four or so in the afternoon and so Kagome saw no conflict. Rin would be home by five or six, so Sesshoumaru should hold no qualm despite his ignorance of the matter at hand. This action left Kagome alone to do whatever. Sango had to get back to her shop to drag out her latest clay adventure from the kiln or it would be cracked, melted, or otherwise unfit to be sold.

Now a smart person would have gone home, taken a shower, and spent the rest of the early evening in relaxation. In truth this did occur to one part of Kagome's brain, but the curiosity was biting at her insides. Kagome was ruled too much by her inquisitive side, so it's no wonder why she headed off once again towards the city looming in the nearby distance. Rin stilled played a tremendous part in this, but Kagome needed to know what she was dealing with. She didn't exactly have the highest advantage in this because she isn't Sango. That in itself is obvious, but all Kagome had on her side was the fact that she lived through it. Even Sesshoumaru made a small, most likely unconscious, effort in her getting over it. There was that time in the elevator and then also in Naraku's hallway; there weren't as many situations, but he was there when it counted. Kagome would be Sesshoumaru's solid ground as well, even if he may not desire such stable assistance. He'd probably believe he could do it alone or didn't require such useless notions.

Kagome was at least thinking a tiny bit before she left. She'd asked Kaede, before she left, to lend her, her key to Sesshoumaru's apartment. Her excuse, not exactly a lie, was to return the blanket she'd borrowed. It was a viable reason especially since the thing had been hanging right on her arm and Rin hadn't noticed this conversation because she was already skipping ahead with the two boys.

Kagome slipped quietly into the door. The clerk at the front desk hadn't confronted her this time, only smiled and continued working the newspaper crossword. This was probably because the last time she'd walked in with Sesshoumaru. They'd been standing so close too that the young guy most likely thought they were dating and basically they were. It wasn't ever spoken out loud like back in high school where you could 'ask out' someone you barely knew. Their relationship was a lot of guess work really. Kagome didn't know where they stood or if they were even standing at all. They could be just rounding the corner from friendship heading for 'with benefits' or this could really be something.

Kagome wanted it to be more than just an intense friendship. Ever since the Christmas gala, she'd accepting that dating Sesshoumaru would be a challenge and a constant battle with his arrogance, but recently his presence had become very important. Sesshoumaru knew what he wanted, always got it too, and knew where he was going in life. He had goals and unlike most men nowadays he wasn't wishy-washy on all his decisions. When Sesshoumaru chose something, he stood by it and nothing could change his mind, literally. It was kind of annoying sometimes like, for example, the two of them had gone for ice cream. Sesshoumaru had insisted on buying soft serve from the ice cream parlor instead of the tub, which was tons cheaper and would have lasted longer, from the grocery store. It was all about his thing with having only the best and considering that the ice cream had been mainly for Rin Kagome had found it a little endearing. Annoying, but still somehow endearing as well.

Kagome had to admit she liked how things were, whatever they were at the moment. She was comfortable around the man, which was no easy feat, and…Sesshoumaru, of all people, made her happy. However it happened or caused it didn't matter, the fact remained that Kagome was content with simply being with him. Rin said that she could stay with him and sadly Kagome could see it as well. She wasn't seeing a white dress and long aisle, but rather waking up early on a Sunday morning to see his drooling, snoring face, if god forbids he snored. Certainly Sesshoumaru would deny he drooled too, but Kagome would just love to witness it. That would be pure evidence that Sesshoumaru was human and within her reach.

Kagome was nervous now. The apartment was dark, all the lights out. Rin had turned them out when they left before, but it was something else. All the blinds had been pulled as well as the drapes drawn overtop. This left the place in a state close to midnight. Kagome felt hesitant to flip any of the many lamps on in case she might inadvertently alert Sesshoumaru of her presence before she was prepared for him. Sure Kagome had an excuse for being there, but not on actually seeing him. She could have snuck in, dropped the blanket on the couch and left so easily, but that would be cowardly. Kagome hadn't thought this course of action through all the way. What if she said she'd wanted to let him know where Rin was? That might work.

Kagome sighed and leaned against the wall of the hallway leading down to Sesshoumaru's office. Her head lolled sideways knocking softly on said wall.

"What am I doing? I'm too nosy for my own good." Kagome whispered.

Her muscles tensed ready for anything, well something like a moth landing on her or something, but not anything really serious. She hadn't meant to say that out loud and in the overwhelming silence her words sounded like screams in a cave. It was chilling and Kagome was now extremely close to freaking out. Kagome was arguing with herself in her head and turned to head for the door deciding this wasn't such a good idea, he probably wasn't even home, right?

-…wrong…-

He was there at the other end of the hallway where Kagome was already halfway down. A glass was dangled in his fingertips. It was half empty of a tan liquid smelling of scotch. The ice clinked against the side of the four inch tall, round glass. His bangs hung low over his eyes morphing his solemn face into a malicious apparition. Kagome stepped back into the wall and cursed her stupidity.

-What in the hell made me think I could do this!-

The words she wanted desperately to say died in her throat leaving only a croak free for speech. His lips tugged downwards and he took a sip of alcohol. It was small, controlled and Sesshoumaru was no where near drunk. His eyes met hers the instant he took a sip. The lids were reddened, but not puffy making the stoic Sesshoumaru look even more demonic. Those pools of tawny serenity now held an emboldened luminosity like thunder. They had a life all their own and his irises struck Kagome down hard with white hot fear. Naraku was creepy and a chief manipulator, but he had nothing on Sesshoumaru at this moment. His hair wasn't disarrayed, but almost too perfect in its neat waves that sparkled in the darkness. They were strangely alluring and Kagome suddenly discovered her heart was no longer in her throat.

Kagome shuddered; did it get colder all of a sudden? She wrapped her arms around herself, but all the while she kept her eyes on the body in front of her. Sesshoumaru practically melted into the darkness shrouded in a wardrobe composed of complete black. Only his bare feet and hands were left uncovered besides the area of chest showing beneath the cotton button down. The skin was nearly ashen as if he hadn't seen light for years, but Kagome knew this wasn't the truth. The collar of his shirt was askew and not properly folded. This was one of the only clues that all wasn't happy-go-lucky in the wild world of her corporate employer.

Kagome scowled at her own sarcastic thoughts. Her initial shock and responsive fear were wearing down allowing her breathing to smooth out. She couldn't bring herself to move yet because her legs felt like jelly. One step and she'd be on the floor then what kind of advantage would she have in helping Sesshoumaru out of the miserable hole he'd dug himself into? Lucky stars for Kagome because the previously immobile statuette was coming to her. Kagome came to her senses long enough to feel his nails trail up her bare arms raising goose bumps on her skin. It didn't hurt, but her eyes widened considerably and lifted forcing her to look right into his. This close up Kagome noticed how blood shot they were. So he was either high up in the clouds or he wasn't getting any sleep.

"Sesshou…"

She didn't finish because his other hand cornered her head by pressing palm flat against the wall on the other side of her body. There was still a foot of air between them, but the claustrophobia she didn't ever know she was diagnosed with welled within her chest. Kagome closed her eyes feeling one tear of stress drip down from the outside corner of her left eye. He caught it with his thumb and swiped the digit over his entire cheek drying the area. He cupped her face drawing it up closer to his own. Sesshoumaru smiled. It was a slow change with one side of his lips sliding outward showing his bicuspids and glimpses of the following molars.

Kagome shook in his grasp cursing herself over and over in her head. She was barely able to get over her own problems and now she thought she was what? Wonder woman? Kagome couldn't have even done it by herself. She had Sango and Shippou beside the whole time. Kagome was back tracking as fast as she could while internally bashing her own stupid curiosity.

"You're here…"

The question was clear as was the answer. He was telling her to leave and that struck a chord within her. He was pushing her away and there weren't many logical reasons for her to stay. Kagome was skating towards dangerously thin ice. If she did something wrong, Kagome could blow what they have. Should she just let it go? It was his way of dealing with it, right? Kagome shook her head throwing her loose hair over her shoulders.

Sesshoumaru watched silently. His grip lowered to her chin and remained loose. He was two steps from leaving her right here in the hallway confident that his message was plain enough for the woman to comprehend. Her hair fell around her shoulders. Sesshoumaru watched entranced as the silky strands fell like weighted spider's web down to cling to her petite form. Her eyes met his with determination and a growl of annoyance rose in his throat. She needed to go. Sesshoumaru moved his hand from the wall to grip her arm.

"You do not belong here." He bit out smoothly.

His voice was even, but his words cut through her. It was a hard slap in the face from reality. Perhaps it was true. Coldness settled into her chest. He didn't want her here, but that didn't matter. What he wanted didn't count. Kagome needed to be there. The only salve for his words was that his eyes didn't contain the same steely edge as they had before. They spoke as if in warning that she needn't get involved, like it would be wasted effort. Kagome made her bed and was now content to lay in it, whatever the outcome. Or at least that's what she kept on saying to encourage herself with.

Before Sesshoumaru could move her, Kagome halted his movements. She tenderly caressed the dip of his collar bone. She traveled across from the middle and then back over to the other side. Sesshoumaru was sulking like a child and it needed to stop. Kagome knew she wasn't the best one to do this, but someone had to. He was hurting himself and the people around him. Sesshoumaru wouldn't ever want to hurt precious little Rin and yet he was without noticing. Sesshoumaru would be disappointed in himself to know it. So Kagome kept her balance in the whirlwind of emotions that this incorrigible man always inflated beyond capacity in her heart. He was like Rin in this respect. He pushed away so that no one could see the real him. Was he afraid of what you would see? Or was he even more like Rin? Could Sesshoumaru possibly be afraid that you'd see it, and then leave? This was not the time for questions that was for sure.

"I'm not going anywhere."

Kagome meant it too. She put everything she was feeling into simple words and covered his cheeks with both of her hands. Kagome pushed back his bangs and fell into him. She swept herself into him experiencing the way he stiffened before his arms circled her waist, his hot breath at the edge of her ear, and his long hair falling around her, mixing with her own inky tresses. The fact that they were moving however seemed lost on her awareness, not until the office door slammed behind them.

Kagome was perched on the corner of Sesshoumaru's desk and he was slouching in his desk chair a foot away. One of his hands held his once abandoned drink, which he grabbed somehow before they left the hallway. The other rested on her knee where the thumb rubbed random circles on her thigh. Sesshoumaru stared watching his own hand and no where else. He seemed to be in his own little world, which Kagome could imagine, and appeared content to stay there discarding the woman with an awkward atmosphere. Kagome felt uncomfortable at the fast change of mood, but then that wasn't uncommon to her anymore. Kagome glanced around the office. It was dark like outside even in the late afternoon. The desk around her was piled with folders and his laptop light was blinking despite the screen being closed. The blue flashed on for a second then off the next. This tiny flicker illuminated the wall in front of it, the one behind Sesshoumaru, in an amazing show of brilliance. It was so small after all.

Sesshoumaru set his glass on the small table in the corner of his office behind him. The woman on his desk had scooted more to the center of his desk and was looking around his office space as if she were searching for some alien bug hiding in the darkened corners. He reached out and encircled her waist with both hands. Kagome squeaked softly when he snatched her on the polished wood surface. Kagome instinctively tucked her legs at the knee to avoid the arms of his high backed leather chair. She straddled his trim hips as the chair lurched with the added weight and caught her balance by holding onto his broad shoulders. Sesshoumaru watched her reaction strictly expecting either the stubborn disbelief or the naïve blush to swarm her features. Neither came though only a yearning plea that filtered into her body language as well. What could she want? He had little to give for it was not her business to pry into what she wasn't ever supposed to know.

"What, woman?"

Kagome paused. This position wasn't comforting her frazzled nerves. Her need to shelter and dilute the pain he was experiencing was winning over her common sense. She wanted to know it, wanted to feel it, and wanted to share it. Kagome had no idea how to do it and so she closed her eyes letting her heart take control. It had rarely led her astray and one who stayed true to their heart was said to live to the fullest. Kagome's constantly reeling thoughts ceased all at once and her logic crashed. She leaned forward and captured his upper lip between her teeth. Kagome nipped softly before soothing the flesh with the tip of her tongue. Sesshoumaru tasted of bitter alcohol and salt. His lip was thin, but soft as she drew it into her mouth. Sesshoumaru had remained unresponsive up until now. He merely sat there with open eyes observing her and Kagome stared right back straight into his tired amber eyes.

Kagome released his upper lip for a full lip-to-lip kiss. Kagome tilted her head deepening the encounter without having to open her mouth or his. She was very content with this dominance she acquired over Sesshoumaru, but also worried she'd overstepped her boundaries. That is until his mouth opened willingly after a few seconds of her prodding the far corners of his lips asking for entrance. Sesshoumaru's cavern wasn't overly large or small and tepid in temperature.

Kagome drank of him leisurely drawing out her tongue from his mouth every now and then waiting for a positive response to continue. His hands increased their pressure on her hips when she stopped for an extended period, which served as perfect reassurance making the woman bolder. Kagome tilted her head again and delved her tongue down and rolled the muscle under then over Sesshoumaru's. His tongue lifted and gradually joined the tussle, unhurried in its movements.

Kagome shifted back after a moment, but didn't go very far. Her forehead pressed against his and Kagome shut her eyes tightly. She caught her breath and absorbed the calm aura she'd require. Sesshoumaru was tense below her and when Kagome pulled back looking at him even his expression was tight. Kagome frowned. Did she do something wrong? Was it too much? She wanted to smack herself. The questions were back. It had been pleasantly interesting not to be plagued with an overactive mind for once. She had reveled in it, but now Sesshoumaru's discomfort awoke the sleeping troll from its relapse. It wasn't beautiful nor appreciated and could very well sleep the centuries away for all Kagome cared.

"Sesshoumaru…talk to me."

Golden met weepy cyan. His eyes hardened and they closed off the connection recently formed. Kagome gripped his shirt sleeves.

"No!"

She kissed him hard and refused to let him off the hook so easily. Sesshoumaru couldn't do this to himself over and over again every year. This was pure punishment and though he may act it at times, he wasn't a masochist.

"I won't let you shut me out! I won't…"

Kagome drew the pad of her finger under one of his eyes above his cheek bones. Her other hand raked his bangs back melding them with the rest of the metallic locks. They were heavy and it was evident he hadn't showered today.

"Why? Why do you do this to yourself?"

Kagome shook his shoulders. Her hands climbed up to either side of his neck. Sesshoumaru remained firm and the barricade between them continued to build.

"No…No! No!" Kagome kissed him chastely to catch his attention, "You can't do this anymore! There are people who are worried about you! Like Rin…and…don't you see? It hurts her to see you this way."

His head turned away from her, but Kagome moved with him trying to keep eye contact. His eyes suddenly averted and Kagome knew she hit a nerve, but not one large enough to jolt him into comprehending.

"I don't want to see you this way."

His response was quiet and spoken after a moment.

"Then leave."

"No, I'm not going to leave you alone. You may not admit it, but you need, want company right now."

He didn't say anything, but this time Sesshoumaru wasn't avoiding her concerned gaze.

"You helped me before…so now I want to help you."

Sesshoumaru spoke darkly, "So you're returning a favor."

Kagome pushed back. Her shock won through and without even thinking about it her hand swung through the air striking his cheek. His head had rotated a miniature degree, but Kagome was practiced when it came to detecting the diminutive details as of late and this one was very apparent. Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed into slits and he stood throwing Kagome back onto his desk. He towered over her. Kagome grunted, but didn't back down, she was already too far in to stop.

"This isn't because of just a favor you ass! I CARE about you for some reason!" Kagome pushed him back her eyes flashing, "My heart hurts- when I see you like this…" She lifted a hand over her heart, "I-I've been worried about you!" Sesshoumaru watched as the hand dropped into her lap, "But I guess it was all for nothing, wasn't it." The last two words were ground out from between her teeth wanting him to deny this fact.

Sesshoumaru didn't rebuke any of these statements. He did stand up to his full height and Kagome lifted her chin following him with her eyes.

"You assume..." He ground out.

"Yes…" Kagome answered quickly, "I assumed a lot. This isn't any of my business, right? We're beyond that Sesshoumaru and you know it. Whether or not it is doesn't matter." She finished softly.

Those blue pools had been itching to burst into an inferno of rage a few seconds ago, but now they were reduced to smolders of hurt and disbelief. They pleaded with him and the hues were so dark, tortured that Sesshoumaru couldn't depart from the magnetic pull of their grip on his consciousness. He sighed heavily and placed his hands on Kagome's bared thighs. Her knee length, plum skirt was disheveled from her hasty drop onto the desk. Sesshoumaru's shoulders dropped in defeat. She'd won this time. He was too tired to fight anymore. Sesshoumaru let go of his iron restraint and allowed vulnerability to be seen on his face in the dim light of his office.

"My mother died when I was sixteen."

Kagome's eyes widened reflexively when the words sunk into her eardrums. Her hands moved on top of his as she tried to list the possible number of ways his mother could have passed. It must have been tragic for him. She held his gaze and withheld her question not wishing to break the tense air in which he was sharing his past.

"Their union was purely for the benefit of my father's company, but despite this she loved him. So when she discovered my father's affair with another woman, resulting in another child that began a few years after their wedding…" Sesshoumaru's jaw clenched.

Kagome squeezed his hands and laid her head against his chest. His breathing was erratic. Kagome seized him within the circle of her arms. His hand dropped to her knee and spread her thighs so his hips could step between. Kagome held him tightly.

"She committed suicide…on Valentine's Day…"

Kagome's head jerked at the realization that the one day Rin had said Sesshoumaru locked himself away was in fact Valentine's Day. It was her main reason for leaving Inuyasha's cabin, yet she'd forgotten in over a day. It was dismally ironic though that the day she picked to end her sorrow was a holiday for love. Or maybe it wasn't?

Sesshoumaru gripped her shirt with clenched fists. Kagome wracked her mind for something to calm him down. A picture of her dad hit her then. She had climbed into the Goshinboku tree and gotten stuck. Her father had to come up and get her. Instead they'd stayed up there to watch the sunset. It was a bitter sweet memory because her father had past away, but it was also one of the many times they'd spent just enjoying one another's company. Kagome blinked slowly and kept her voice soft.

"What was she like?"

Sesshoumaru slid his eyes downward, but he could only see the top of her ebony head. He breathed in through his nose and thought back. A shadow of a smile touched his lips and his eyes narrowed in tranquility for a moment. It wasn't often that he ever thought about his mother because it was painful. He'd almost forgotten the happy times buried behind the negative.

"She was…tall."

Kagome made a face, "Tall?"

"Yes- 5'11."

Kagome's mouth dropped open, "That is pretty tall, but…what about her personality?"

Sesshoumaru didn't hesitate, "She was kind to all- people and animals. She was soft spoken usually, but very opinionated and extremely stubborn. She didn't just hand over her respect, you had to earn it."

Kagome smiled. Sesshoumaru's voice had melted into a nostalgic timbre that could be considered loving.

"Did she have golden eyes like you?"

"No, that and the color of my hair are from my father." He said curtly.

Obviously that was a touchy subject for his tone turned stiff. Probably was because Inuyasha had them to, which would swiftly denounce the possibility that he wasn't of Takarashi lineage. They were rare traits.

"So what did she look like?" Kagome asked trying to lure Sesshoumaru back to enjoyable memories.

"Blue eyes, pale blonde hair, and pale skin."

"Long hair?"

"Always, until a year before she died. My father's affair was discovered a year before that."

"People cut their hair after a break up to try and get a fresh start…" Kagome added with a hit of trivia she'd heard somewhere.

Sesshoumaru nodded, "She looked like the foreigner she was."

"Did she speak with an accent?"

"On purpose."

"What?" Kagome looked up at him quizzically.

Sesshoumaru actually rolled his eyes, which Kagome pointed out immediately by poking him in the shoulder. He glared at her before answering.

"I never understood it. She made her accent more prominent so that there were no misunderstandings about her heritage. She was born in Japan, but her grandmother on her mother's side had a very strong Irish accent. Even after living in Japan for years her grandmother hadn't lost it and she also developed it by growing up around it at home."

Kagome pursed her lips pausing for a moment.

"Her English must have been excellent."

"Perfect despite the accent."

Kagome's features darkened right in front of Sesshoumaru's eyes and he awaited her next question with baited breath. The next set was going to be more serious judging by her expression.

"How do you she lived with this affair for two years before she died?"

"She wrote in her journal religiously and that was the only thing I had left of her. My father got a new watch. He left it on the bedside table and my mother saw a smudge on its face. After cleaning it she discovered an engraving on the back of the band. This was all written in her journal. She never told anyone, kept it to herself, and just lived with…"

"The fact that the one she loved, loved someone else?"

They were speaking honestly so Sesshoumaru saw no need to hold back anything. He could fully open his mind and Kagome would accept all of his comments. Perhaps even his next.

"Similar to Inuyasha and you."

Kagome sighed, "Yeah…but it wasn't a serious love. It was all butterflies and anxiety. I wasn't that comfortable around him and we always argued." Kagome scrunched her nose, "It was kind of annoying."

Sesshoumaru chuckled dryly. Everything was coming full circle. Everyone in his life centered and circulated around some dark beginning. Kagome once the troubled child was now the matured woman attempting to comfort him with a confrontation that anyone else wouldn't have ever dared to think about nonetheless actually do.

Sesshoumaru sense of logic was starting to win over his depression. The sorrow was receding as he continued to search his memory for the positive remembrances of his mother. Kagome however seemed to have something else in mind. Just when reason had surfaced from within his foggy mind it was swept away by soft lips pressing against his own. A small hand traced patterns on his bare chest. Sesshoumaru reacted accordingly as any male would when a willing female was presented to them especially one as delectable as Kagome. Sesshoumaru reveled in his lost control. The reigns had been released and he didn't want to collect them so soon again.

Kagome had only meant to soothe over their last argument with a chaste kiss, but her rebellious hand had hungered to touch his hairless chest in the process. Sesshoumaru apparently had come back to himself somewhat. The arrogant smirk slipped onto his lips as his hands picked her up and mischievously squeezed her ass. Kagome gasped, but wrapped her arms around his neck when he walked out of the office. Sesshoumaru pushed open his door with his foot after Kagome swiveled to turn the knob.

Sesshoumaru stood before his bed. He turned with Kagome's legs still clenched around his hips. The mattress sunk beneath their combined weight. Kagome knees supported her and she rose off his lap. Her hands cupped his face lifting it to meet hers. Sesshoumaru held onto her waist. His eyes lidded when she kissed him. He allowed Kagome to lead. His body was weary and instead of instructing what to do Sesshoumaru followed the actions of another.

Kagome slipped her tongue into his mouth for a second trying to draw out his own and back into her mouth. Sesshoumaru complied readily. He tasted her, sliding his tongue along her teeth and roof of her mouth. He played with her tongue, but it was nowhere near a 'roaring battle.' Their dance was slow and more of a rubbing, massaging motion. Kagome's fingers unbuttoned his shirt with the need to feel his bare skin. Her dreams had always left her yearning and the opportunity was blossoming before her. No matter what happened, it wouldn't be a mistake, but Kagome still couldn't close her eyes for fear it was all just another dream.

Kagome slid her hands from his chest over his shoulders and then down his arms drawing the black cloth with it. Sesshoumaru's shirt fell to the bed and was ushered haphazardly to the floor in silent haste. Kagome tilted her head deepening the kiss that had once again reentered Sesshoumaru's mouth. They paused for a moment to draw Kagome's tee shirt over her head, but then continued with a heated rush. The air between them had dropped of angry tension, but risen in lustful necessity. Kagome raked her fingers through his unbound hair, dragging her nails. His hands shifted upwards from her hips to her bare back. Sesshoumaru tickled her skin moving his fingers absently around the thin expanse making the hairs on her neck raise in anticipation.

Kagome directed open mouthed kisses to Sesshoumaru's ear. Once there she sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nipping and nibbling on it. Kagome didn't stay still long. Down the column of his neck to his prominent collar bones, Kagome licked and nibbled on the tight skin. She sucked hard on his rapid pulse fluttering beneath the surface. Sesshoumaru, all the while, busied himself with removing her skirt. Kagome was pliant in his hands and moved with him when he lifted her up slipping the thin material down over her hips. Her bare legs weren't freshly shaven, but still smooth under his fingers. Sesshoumaru's eyes gleamed. He dragged one finger from her heel up over the hook of her knee.

Kagome groaned against his neck. Sesshoumaru continued to press against her heated opening through her cotton, bikini style panties. He added a finger and moved in a circular pattern moving up further between them to discover that pearl of bundled nerves. Kagome's fervor increased, incensed by his illustrious exploitations. She bit into the juncture of his neck and shoulder, stilling all other motions, when Sesshoumaru touched a rather sensitive spot. She instinctively ground into his touch and met his mouth with wholehearted comprehension.

Her eyes shut tightly and she tangled her hands into his hair. Kagome pulled hard arching backwards. His free hand wrapped around her waist balancing her as Kagome swallowed the pleasure with open arms. She found she'd accept anything from Sesshoumaru, whether it is pain or the complete opposite. All she knew was this was so much better than her dreams because of the mere fact that it was actually happening.

Kagome grabbed his hand and shoved him back onto the bed. Her breathing was ragged and he had that annoying, yet otherwise gorgeous smirk playing across his features. Sesshoumaru's didn't reflect the humor though. The gold had darkened, but his eyes were still strikingly bright and empty. Normally stoic and reserved, but this blankness was a new development. His emotions weren't constrained or taut, but loose and Sesshoumaru looked like a train wreck of sensations. None of them however were how he was truly feeling at the moment though.

Kagome kissed his cheeks, his nose, and then his lips. She hovered over him and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and collapsed on top of him. He didn't make any sound of discomfort and Kagome wasn't exactly light. She was muscular, no feather weight, yet he didn't even seem to notice her mass. In fact he was wider than her by a few inches on either side, even in the hips, and it made Kagome feel suddenly feminine. Kagome sat up and readjusted her position. She was straddling his thighs and had the notion of returning the favor he'd given her.

Kagome wanted to dominate such a prestigious, powerful man, but more than that she wanted to have all of him. Beyond his body, his mind, and heart, Kagome may be foolish, but she wanted to have him completely. He already had a special place in her heart and she yearned for this honor to be reciprocated honestly for once. Naraku had taken her body and Inuyasha had taken her heart, but neither had wanted it all. Sesshoumaru required it and no less, yet he always kept himself at a distance. This was going to change. Kagome would show him what it was like to feel while free of all his barricades. She'd show him what it was like to live in her world of emotional reign where logic was banished.

Kagome brushed aside his bangs and left a kiss in their wake on his forehead. She worked at his belt, the buckle bending and permitting the leather to slide from its trap. Kagome didn't bother to remove it from the loops of his slacks. She unbuttoned and lowered the zipper. Her fingers gripped the band and Sesshoumaru lifted his hips. The pants were of a sturdy, but soft black khaki-like material. They moved easily down his thighs and muscular calves. Sesshoumaru's hair was silver all over and he was surprisingly hairless even on his legs. It made Kagome shiver. She always had a thing for bare men.

-Pun intended.-

Sesshoumaru was covered in black head to toe, keyword being was. This included his boxers. It was strange that he put so much effort in his clothing, but this was the last thing on Kagome's mind. She glanced up and saw that he was looking at the ceiling. He'd fallen inside again much like she did all the time, concentrating on her own thoughts oblivious to her surroundings. It was weird seeing him that way because he was always so attentive.

Kagome crawled up to lay next to Sesshoumaru. His mind may have been distant, but his body wasn't. Kagome's hand slithered beneath the midnight colored boxers. He was flaccid and she slid her hand up and down, squeezing every now and then. His length hardened in her hand, growing in size. Kagome bit her lip. Sesshoumaru was simply well endowed in more things than just height. Kagome smiled when Sesshoumaru groaned beside her. Kagome wouldn't let him shut her out in any aspect. She'd started this and she'd finish it. The one thing she wasn't was a quitter.

Kagome drew his penis from his shorts and very slowly descended upon him. His eyes were watching her now and Kagome saw that familiar burning fire lighting up their depths like a match to oil. Kagome licked the tip tasting the pre-cum. He was salty, but not too strong enough to make her gag if she swallowed. Kagome sucked on the mushroom-like head before sliding her head as far down on him as she could. Kagome reached more than halfway, of which she was proud of. She sucked lightly moving her tongue around against him and cupped his balls, squeezing slightly. He hardened a little more inside her mouth. Kagome bobbed up and down in an unhurried pace. Kagome purposefully grazed her teeth along his sensitive skin intermittently.

She pulled back. Kagome smiled at the glaze over Sesshoumaru's eyes. His jaw was clenched and he was making small guttural sounds in his throat. His eyes had payback written in them when he caught her gaze. Kagome bent back down. The teasing woman licked a path down one side before tracing the base before trailing back up the other side. She nipped at his head and took his length back into her mouth. Sesshoumaru buried one hand into her hair, but didn't rush her along or thrust into her cavern. He was a gentleman in most circumstances though his personality doesn't always follow his gestures.

Kagome quickened her pace a little when his other hand grabbed a hold of her shoulder. He squeezed and encouraged her with a deep groan. Her hands gripped the sides of his boxers. The sound of sucking flesh echoed into the room. Kagome felt him jerk suddenly, his whole body tensing. His semen spilled into her mouth. Kagome swallowed it like a lady would, but not greedily. It didn't taste bad, but it wasn't the greatest thing in the world either. Ironically though it did make her thirsty, but Kagome doubted Sesshoumaru would let her get a drink of water.

Kagome licked the tip clean and as he dropped against his boxers Sesshoumaru's length was hardening again. Kagome's arm was captured and in a blink the woman was sprawled across an aroused man's chest. Her bra was quickly disposed of. Kagome had arched up so the cups could leave her breasts bouncing free. Kagome was more than willing to remove it because it wasn't that comfortable, but now she was left bare to his eyes. Kagome pressed herself to his chest in an effort to hide. Sesshoumaru noticed this, but would allow it for now.

His hands traveled down to grip her ass forcing her closer to him. Kagome gasped. One hand removed her panties and Kagome wiggled assisting in shimmying them down her shapely legs. Sesshoumaru resituated Kagome so his shaft settled in between her fleshy folds. Kagome wanted to cover her breasts, but refrained. They looked fuller and prettier when she wore a bra. There was still her natural cleavage, but it wasn't the same. Kagome felt confident of the appearance of her breasts when she wore a bra, but now she just felt exposed.

A blush stained her cheeks for the first time throughout the entire encounter though when she caught the intense observation Sesshoumaru was giving them. He cupped them, massaged them gently. He pulled at one nipple feeling it perk up at the attention. His pulled Kagome up and forward so he could nip at the other. He licked a half circle stenciling her nipple with the rough, wet appendage. He kissed and nipped to the valley of her breasts. He was pleased with her size and the round plumpness of her breasts. They were soft and smooth. Sesshoumaru wasn't obsessed with them like most men, but he could appreciate a good set.

Kagome braced herself with her hands above his head. It was an awkward position, but she could feel herself becoming wet. She shivered. Sesshoumaru's hands kneading the skin of her hips fingering the bones that stuck out with his thumbs. Her felt the roughness of scar tissue on her left side. He stored the information and sent it to the back of his mind for later use. His hands flitted up to her ribs smirking at the giggle she let loose. However Kagome also tried to squirm away and though it felt good, her movement was making him harden almost painfully.

Sesshoumaru kissed her slow and deep. One hand was behind her neck and the other moved to brush her fallen hair back over her shoulder. Kagome was dripping, cluing him in that she was more than ready for the next step. He pushed her up and held onto her by the hips again. Kagome looked down at him in confusion. Suddenly a smirk crossed her lips. She kneeled up over him and alighted onto his shaft. Then like a sword entering its home, she slid very slowly all the way down. It was a bit of a stretch since it'd been awhile since she last had intercourse, but the result was wonderful. Why did she never want to do this? One night stands weren't her thing. They left her feeling empty and used.

Kagome shook her head releasing a deep sigh. Sesshoumaru filled her further than any other she'd ever been with. Kagome took the helm, but being a newcomer to riding on top she took it slow. Kagome tested the heated pools preparing to surrender herself to experiencing this one moment. She rocked her hips experimentally smiling in satisfaction when Sesshoumaru's eyes closed. Her hands fell on his chest and she licked his bottom lip. She licked her way into his mouth without her lips ever touching his. Kagome rocked hard this time and the silence was shattered with his loud moan. Kagome shifted back upright. This time she lifted up and slid back down. Sesshoumaru met her with a hard thrust stealing a moan from Kagome's throat. Kagome hastened her pace. Sesshoumaru had hit a nerve with that one and she desperately desired for it to be touched again.

Kagome lifted her arms fully enjoying the ride. Sesshoumaru watched her breasts move with her. Her back arched and her thighs held onto him tightly. Mewls, moans, groans, and grunts filled the room as the two bowled for the strike they both yearned for. It had been months for Sesshoumaru, since Yura, but for Kagome it had been over a year. Sesshoumaru sat up, grabbed Kagome, and rolled them over. He pulled one of her legs to rest on his shoulder. She was astoundingly flexible and he knew he'd have fun with this bit of knowledge. Kagome gripped the sheets behind her head and wildly met his thrusts. She bucked, lifted her hips, and was completely absorbed in the motions of his body. Sesshoumaru plunged quick and hard probing for that waterfall to ecstasy.

Just when Kagome thought it was too much his body jerked then tensed and hot, sticky semen filled her mixing with her own fluids. She fell over the edge with an eager partner. They tumbled into the sweat soaked sheets. Kagome's leg returned to his side just as Sesshoumaru collapsed on top of her. His arms were burning from holding himself up the entire time. Kagome was unlike anyone else in everything. He couldn't even go for a second round, he was too worn out, but that might also be connected to his lack of sleep.

Kagome crossed her ankles after wrapping her legs around his waist, shoving him deeper inside her. Kagome mumbled a sigh with closed eyes. Her face was lax with contentment and when she peered up at Sesshoumaru he was already looking at her. His eyes were clear and the levels of emotion in the depths were still rippling in the aftermath. Kagome kissed his brow and he closed his eyes. The man sighed against her next before relinquishing his consciousness to exhausted slumber. Kagome stayed awake for a few minutes simply reveling in the moment, the atmosphere. As she fell to sleep only one single thought plagued her overactive mind before it shut down and what a buzz killer it was.

-We didn't use a condom…-

…I don't know many people, well none really, who actually skip lemons, so I don't give warnings. The best chapters are always the longest, aren't they? Let me know how this was…