Ta da! It's chapter four! Once again I apologize, I was away YET AGAIN, yadda, yadda, yadda… Had I been home I can assure you I would have updated within two days.
Anyways, a few people have commented on the fact that Kagome got into the car with Sesshomaru … Look peoples, if you were a sexy, twenty-one year old chick would you rather walk hours through Tokyo at night, alone, in heels, while it was raining, or accept a ride from a guy who you sort of knew. I mean lets look at the factors. Sesshomaru is hot… why would someone who's sexy and successful need to rape anyone? Women would be throwing themselves at him!
As for accepting the ride from Naraku after he pulled the whole pervert deal, Kagome thought that he would back off after she slapped him, alright? Had she known he was ridiculously drunk and would try to get into her panties, she would have taken her chances on the street! So there.
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Chapter Four: An Afternoon in Heaven
Straightening her light pink, knee length skirt, Kagome quickly pulled on a beige tank top, one that matched the intricate flower embroidery on her skirt. Slipping into her pink thong sandals, she wiggled her newly pedicured toes and giggled, her body feeling light and giddy. Snatching her small, light pink clutch purse she checked her hair over in the mirror, wanting it to be perfect. It was done in a simple decorative bun, small, pink ornamental flowers laced through it. Her makeup was light, as usual. A coat of cherry lip gloss and a light brush of powder pink eye shadow.
Sitting anxiously on the couch, she rapped her nails against the glass top of her coffee table. Looking across the living room to the sliding doors that lead to her balcony, Kagome watched as a small chickadee pranced along the railing ledge. The silly little bird tilted its head one way, then the other, before flying to land atop the olive and beige colored awning of the umbrella that went with her patio table.
A sudden, strong knock at the door stole her attention away from the twittering little fowl, causing her to jump a little in her seat.
Standing, she straightened her outfit and scampered to the door, smiling when she opened it to find Sesshomaru standing there. He looked fabulous dressed in a casual black button up and jeans.
She had been awaiting this day for an eternity… well, two days to be exact, and was ecstatic that it was finally here. She had been overjoyed when they arranged the date, wondering what, exactly, he had in mind for their quaint little lunch.
Flashing a small smile, Sesshomaru offered her his arm and inquired charmingly, "Shall we?"
Accepting his offer, she looped her arm through his and chirped back, "Of course."
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Sighing in satisfaction, Kagome set her napkin down and looked across the table to where her date was sitting. His calculating amber orbs hadn't left her once since they had arrived, save the odd time while he was eating.
She blushed a pretty shade of pink and twisted the material of her skirt between her fingers, nervousness coiling in the pit of her belly. Lunch had been delightful. Unlike Naraku, who attempted to win her over by flaunting his money, Sesshomaru had insisted they go to her favorite restaurant.
'Now that,' she thought brightly, 'is what a true gentleman would do.'
So now they sat together in silence, sipping apple martinis in her favorite café. She simply adored the soup they served there.
During their light meal, Kagome had noticed that, upon closer inspection, one could make out the faint outline of what appeared to be a crescent moon on his forehead, as well as two symmetrical slashes on each of his high cheekbones.
These factors only added to the mystery that was Sesshomaru Taisho, making her want to know more about him.
At the same time, Sesshomaru was taking note of certain things he had not seen before, or rather, sensed before. Her soul, pure and untainted as it was, housed an ancient magic, one in which he had not seen in centuries.
So his little librarian was hiding things from him, hm? Or perhaps, she herself did not know of the strength that dwelled within her. It was possible, since so few believed in spiritual powers anymore.
He pondered what her reaction would be, should she ever discover what he was. Would she believe him if he told her, or accuse him of lying? Would she avoid him? He wasn't certain.
He silently cursed the light veil of magic that protected his true form, hiding what he really was from the world. He scoffed. Ages ago, he would have laughed outright at the very thought of shielding his heritage. He, Sesshomaru Taisho, Lord of the Western Lands, would have been far too proud to even consider the notion.
As time progressed, however, the humans swelled in numbers, their fear leading them to wage war against his kind. The explosive increase in their numbers had taken not only his empire off guard, but that of every demon clan around the world. They were easily overcome, even with their superior strength and speed. And here he was now, hundreds of years from the time he was birthed, hiding himself from human kind. He, along with the remainder of his dwindling kind, was forced to blend with the majority. The proud demon race had faded into nothing but a mere myth.
There were few who remained in their demonic form, most terrorists. They were fools, in his opinion. The humans, weak as they were, were intelligent and, over the years, had created weapons of such horrendous power that all it would take would be the click of a button to completely decimate the entire population of the planet.
He had come to tolerate them, however, not shunning them as he once had. Some he even grew to respect. The little female across from him was a prime example. Not only had she captured his unswayable attention, but she had held his interest as well. Such was not a feat many could accomplish.
She was gorgeous, human or not, and smelled magnificent. Her voice was lilting and soft, delicate. She was a courageous little thing, he had noticed, standing up for not only what she believed in, but her friend's ideals as well. She was loyal, and smart, and fun… what was she doing to him?
Pulling himself out of his thoughts for the woman, he noticed that she was once again staring at his hair. He smirked… but only slightly. That was one aspect of his demonic appearance he refused to hide. His eyes as well. Not only were they a sign of his nobility, but they were a marvelous aspect in intimidation as well. His claws, fangs, markings, and ears, on the other hand, were all characteristics that needed to be cloaked. He could only imagine the scene he would cause should he let his disguise fade even momentarily.
Kagome sighed jealously as she eyed his silky, tinsel strands; their radiant and unusual color shimmering in the quaint lighting of the café. She wanted direly to reach over and stroke the thick mane of wispy platinum locks.
"Kagome."
His strong baritone shook her from her admiring reverie and she turned her gaze to his own, sapphire eyes locking on to unnatural golden ones.
"Perhaps we should get going?"
Sitting up a little straighter, she fumbled with the hem of her shirt and stuttered incoherently, "Oh… um… yeah, I mean, I suppose we should… that is…"
Chuckling inwardly, he offered, "Maybe we could go to the park. It's a beautiful day."
Thankful that he had saved her from embarrassment, she smiled and nodded, standing from her seat while fishing around in her purse for some money. A large, warm hand, however, batted her hand away and closed her purse before resting on the small of her back and leading her toward the exit. Turning to look up at Sesshomaru, she batted her eyes a few times in uncertainty, wondering what he was doing.
Seeing her confusion, he assured her, "It has already been paid for."
Grinning crookedly, she swatted him on the arm and teased, "You spoil me."
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Kagome blew a light raspberry as she gazed down onto the rippling surface of the pond. From the corner of her eye, she could see the handsome, tall man who accompanied her leaning against the railing of the bridge beside her, his own eyes fixated on the water below.
Tapping her nails against the wooden railing, she enjoyed the comfortable silence between them, listening to the sounds of nature and taking in the beauty of the park.
Sesshomaru picked at the chipping white paint that covered the railing, his eyes set on the pond while his thoughts were set on Kagome. She was so very odd. He noted that during their walk she had constantly been enthralled by the splendor of Mother Nature, her eyes brightening at the sight of something as simple as a bird or flower.
He found himself wishing sorely that she could have seen what the land was like during his earlier years, before the humans took over. He remembered clearly how magnificent it head been. Everything was green and lush, thick forests and untouched mountains as far as the eye could see. She would have been in heaven.
He smiled a genuine smile for the first time in ages, taking note on just how much he seemed to care for this little onna. He had met her only recently, yet every second he spent with her he found himself wanting to be with her more and more.
Her smile was contagious, her jubilant aura wafting around her like a sweet perfume, embracing anyone in range with its tender, soothing caress. Her laughter and caring nature only made her all the more alluring.
It sickened him to think about someone like Naraku touching such a pure creature. The man reeked of malice and sick, twisted sadism. He didn't deserve someone like her. Kagome needed someone who would treat her with care, someone who would give her the world on a silver platter. Naraku simply was not the caring type. Though he himself had never been one for caring and emotion, the more time he spent in her presence the less absurd the thought of being tender became to him.
Her tinkling giggle made him avert his gaze from the speck of wood that was visible through the paint, turning it to look at whatever she found so amusing.
A tiny green frog was carefully examining one of the stone lawn ornaments that lined the bank of the pond, one that happened to be shaped like a frog. Its bulbous yellow eyes blinked slowly, translucent eyelids sliding shut for only a moment before opening again.
"I think he found a friend," Kagome tittered.
Lifting a brow, Sesshomaru commented dryly, "Indeed." Straightening himself, he looked down at the raven haired female next to him. "You are an odd woman, Kagome Higurashi."
Looking quizzically at him she became slightly defensive and inquired, "And what, pray tell, is so odd about me?"
Smirking at her biting remark, he answered, "You find amusement in the simplest of things, find joy in the most trivial of occurrences. It is unlike your ki… gender." Sesshomaru scolded himself at his little slip up, having almost said 'kind'. Had she picked up on his little mistake, she might have grown curious, and he wasn't sure she was ready to know the truth.
"My gender?" she spluttered indignantly, "That's rather biased of you."
Sniffing, he shrugged and replied, "Not really. Most women are impressed by money, finding amusement only in that which is expensive."
Huffing, she crossed her arms and warned, "Watch what you say, Mister."
Both brows lifting, he explained, "It was merely a compliment, Kagome, I do not see why you are getting so upset."
Blushing a little at her goof, Kagome clasped her hands behind her back and laughed nervously, "Uh… oops, sorry. I thought you were insulting me."
Shaking his hand, he interjected, "Think nothing of it. It was an honest misunderstanding." Spotting the time on his Rolex, he sighed and told her, "Though I would love to spend more time with you, my dear, I do have an appointment with a client in an hour."
Face falling a little in disappointment, Kagome nodded and started the walk back to where Sesshomaru had parked his Jaguar.
Sensing her sadness, he told her, "I would like it very much if we could go out again. I've been rather busy as of late but I'm sure we can work something out."
Smiling brightly, her glum attitude completely vanishing, Kagome said in a quiet voice, "I would like that."
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Pulling up along the curb of her apartment building, Sesshomaru shut the car off and stepped out onto the street, shutting the door gently behind him as he made his way around the car to help Kagome from her own seat.
By the time he had gotten around to the passenger side, she had already opened the door and was currently stepping out onto the curb.
That was yet another thing he admired about her. She was independent, not like the rich, spoiled bitches he was used to having on his heels. Unlike them, she didn't expect her date to wait on her hand and foot, though he would have been all the more willing to do so.
Shaking his head at himself for thinking like a love struck pup, he walked her into her apartment and up to her room.
When they arrived at her suite, Kagome turned and looked up at him, a shy smile gracing her lips. She recalled, very well, what had happened the last time they departed and hoped that, by some small chance, this encounter would end in the same way.
Little did she know that Sesshomaru planned on turning up the heat a little. Wasting no time at all, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her lithe little body flush against his, the contours of her miniscule frame molding divinely against his strong form. Flashing her a quick, mischievous grin, he dipped his head down to steal her lips in a passionate kiss. His tongue was relentless as it swept into her delicious mouth and tasted her honeyed depths for a second time, his eager hands wandering the expanse of her back, feeling the delicate arc of her spine as she pressed against him. Her thighs, he noted with much pride, were trembling lightly, and he could feel every second of it from where they were nestled between his legs. Grinding his hips forward as he tilted her head for better access, he pressed his quickly stiffening member into the hollow of her belly, letting a quiet purr rumble through his chest.
Kagome moaned as she felt his solid chest vibrate against her breasts, the sensitive peaks of her hardened nipples tingling at the erotic sensation. She could feel the soft flutter of his eyelashes as they fanned against her cheek, the precise strokes of his long, sinewy tongue as it plundered her willing mouth, the steadily growing bulge that was jabbing her in the abdomen. It was magnificent. No… magnificent didn't even begin to describe the way he made her feel.
Gripping his biceps as he continued to kiss her senseless, Kagome decided to retaliate and rolled her own hips forward, the sudden movement pushing a groan from her silver haired god.
His strong hands settled on her bottom, pressing her more firmly against him. Then, far too soon for her liking, the kiss ended, his lips detaching from hers to skim along her cheek to her ear. His teeth nibbled her lobe gently, his tongue making one quick sweep along the shell of her ear before he purred hotly, "Until next time, Kagome."
She could only manage a very dumb sounding, "Uh-huh," as he released her and headed down the hall toward the elevator. She watched silently as he pressed the button along the wall and waited as the elevator doors slid open.
When he turned his head and flashed her a naughty smirk, she could have melted right then and there. Instead, she settled for a light sigh as her body slumped against the frame of her door.
When he had finally entered the elevator and was no longer in sight, Kagome slowly pulled her keys from her purse, fumbling a little as she tried to get them into the keyhole while still in her passion drunken stupor.
Stumbling into her apartment, she closed the door carelessly and trudged into the living room, flopping down on the couch.
Her lips, which were still slightly swollen, tingled; yearning for the sought after touch that only Sesshomaru could offer.
Her mind, incoherent as it was, could only conjure up a single thought at the time being. 'My gods… that man sure can kiss.'
My goodness… need a shower. Dammit all to hell! Why isn't Sesshomaru real! Wahhhhhhhh!
(Everyone stares incredulously at author while sweatdropping as she bawls like an idiot)
(Author composes herself while coughing lightly)
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