This chapter contains lemon, people! That is the warning for those of you who are offended, yadda, yadda, yadda. If anyone actually is offended by lemon here, may I ask why the hell you are reading a romance under the M category? M as in Mature? Hello! That's like pressing a big red button that reads, 'Do Not Push Button!'
Anyways…
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Chapter Seven: Business Arrangements
Waking just before noon the next morning, Kagome was both surprised at how long she had slept in as well as disappointed to find that the warmth of Sesshomaru's large body was not present. Willing herself out of bed, she wrapped the sheet about herself, shielding her naked form from the cool morning breeze that wafted in through the balcony.
On a dresser next to the bed, Kagome found a sheet of paper with Sesshomaru's unrivaled script printed across it.
Kagome,
I apologize for having left you like this, but something urgent came up at work and I was needed. I considered waking you but decided against it. You looked too peaceful. You may remain at my home until I return, though I'm not certain how long I will be gone. If it is your wish to return to your apartment, I instructed my limousine driver to take you home, in which case I will call you after I am finished work.
Sesshomaru
Sighing at his expertly written message, she glanced around the room, locating her scattered clothing. Collecting the pieces, she quickly changed and decided that she would go home. She didn't have a change of clothing, after all, and felt that borrowing some of his wouldn't be appropriate.
So now, fully dressed, she came to the decision that she would explore his room first. She hadn't had very much time to do so last night since she had been… ahem… preoccupied.
Eyes flitting firstly to the bed in which she had lain in last night, Kagome was at awe. The size was enormous, larger than most regular king sized beds. 'I wonder if it's custom made,' she thought bemusedly. The detailed curves and carvings of the headboard not only made her marvel at the beauty of it, but blush in remembrance as well. The mattress was covered in many silk pillows, all in shades of silver, white, and blue. The covering was a sapphire blue, silk sheet, along with a white and blue striped fur pelt. 'Exotic,' she hummed, 'I wonder what kind of animal it's form? A demon perhaps?'
Shifting her gaze elsewhere, Kagome found that, though the room was sparsely furnished, it was very elegant and well done. The enormous space of the room alone was proof enough of his wealth. It was near the size of her entire apartment.
A mahogany desk sat in the right corner, a large, matching bookshelf behind it. In the left corner, a tall mahogany bureau stood. On the side of the bed she was currently standing on, a simple, elegantly crafted nightstand sat. On the other side was a large, cushy looking blue armchair.
Directly across from the bed, on the other side of the room, a wide, elaborate fireplace was crafted, a large rug stretched before it, one that matched the fur blanket on the bed.
The walls were decorated with several, exquisite paintings, some fairly new while others looked as though they had been made centuries ago.
Along the wall, across from the balcony, a large set of double doors stood, imposing with their massive height. She assumed that they lead to the hall. To the right of those doors, another, single door stood. Approaching it, she opened it cautiously, surprised at how heavy it was. The contents of the adjoining room made her gasp, her eyes going wide in jealous admiration. Two walls, each line with rack upon rack of expensive clothing, stretched a good ten feet before meeting the back wall, which was lined with shoes. 'Damn this man has an enormous wardrobe!' she squealed in shock.
Exiting after she had skimmed through some of his clothing, she moved next to the door on the left of the double doors. What she found in this room made her gasp even more dramatically than she had upon seeing the wardrobe. A bathroom, large and decorative, spanned out before her eyes, its size rivaling the space of her living room and kitchen. Unlike most bathrooms, this one lacked a bath or shower. In their place, a huge, natural hot spring sat at the back of the room, tropical foliage budding up along both sides, a great waterfall jutting out from the wall. Steam rose up of the glistening surface of the spring, filling the room with a pleasant, earthy scent. Shelves upon shelves of bathing supplies lined the walls, scented candles and incense scattered around the room. A spotless sink stood along one wall, its length spanning for a good six feet, a large mirror accompanying it. A few, various items were scattered neatly across the countertop, including cologne, a brush, toothpaste, floss, and other such objects.
She marveled at the man's ability to keep his living quarters clean, unless of course he had servants to do so for him. 'More than likely,' she mused.
Turning to the opposite wall, she gave an admiring and awed, "Wow," as she gazed at the large fish tank that went acted as an extension of the wall, stopping where an opening the width of a regular doorway dipped in to what appeared to be a small stall like space. Padding over to it, she gazed behind it to find the toilet sitting neatly against the back, between the wall and fish tank.
Having seen enough of the monstrous bathroom, she left it as well, quickly sweeping the room with a final glance before exiting through the large double doors. They were heavy, much heavier than that of the other two she had opened. It took quite a bit of her effort to heave a single door open, an equal amount to close it.
After navigating through the long, seemingly endless halls, she found her way to the main floor, where she asked a servant to direct her to the exit.
The limousine, as promised, sat outside, awaiting her should she need a ride. Giving the driver directions, she hopped in and sighed at the luxurious atmosphere. The man certainly did like to live large. Another blush settled across her cheeks. 'Very… very large,' she mentally reminded herself.
One quick shower later, Kagome was dressed and heading downtown, currently heading to visit a certain silver haired businessman, but not before stopping to grab a coffee for him and a tea for herself. She intended on thanking him for a wonderful night.
Shuffling nervously in her seat, she wondered if she had under dressed in her form fitting blue jeans and tight, black t-shirt. 'He always looks so damn regal and perfect,' she mused bitterly, 'I can't help but feel anxious and self conscious when I'm around him.'
The moment her superb aroma permeated the air, Sesshomaru tensed and let out a throaty groan. The woman's mere scent drove him into desire, the smell reminding him of what had occurred the night before. He could hear the light, lilting sound of her musical voice as she greeted his secretary, Ayame. Apparently, from the friendly conversation they were engaging in, they knew one another from somewhere. After a while, he heard her approach, her steady footsteps sounded in his ears, her fluttering heartbeat doing nothing to ease his own pounding heart… nor the pulsing of another, very active organ.
Her smell only increased tenfold as she opened the door after a timid knock, poking her head in.
"May I come in?" she asked timidly as she eyed the grey, Armani suit he wore, feeling as though she was definitely under dressed.
He nodded briskly and told her to shut the door behind her, watching as her hips swayed teasingly during her movements. The shirt she wore practically begged to be ripped off so that he could plunder her delicious, soft breasts. She sat across from him, handing him his coffee and sipping her own tea.
They sat in silence as they drank, Kagome speaking up first, once her tea was nearly finished.
"I wanted to thank you, for last night… for everything. You saved me and… well… I don't know what might have happened had you not come to my rescue."
Lifting a hand, he chastised softly, "You should not think of the negative things that could have occurred, Kagome. You are safe and alive, that is all that matters."
Smiling warmly at the stoic looking inu youkai across from her, Kagome looked down at her cup, swirling its contents back and forth.
Remembering the question that had plagued her earlier, she asked timidly, "So, Sesshomaru, since demons are real, does that mean the holy powers and mikos are too?"
Nodding, he took a quick whiff of air, affirming his belief that she was a miko, and stated, "You, yourself hold spiritual energy inside of you. Did you not know this?"
Shaking her head, Kagome admitted, "No, I had no idea. My grandpa always went on about how he thought I was a miko but I just thought he was being a senile old man. I couldn't even sense your demonic aura. Some miko I am. The only thing I noticed was a light outline of your marking before."
He quirked a brow. "You could see them?"
"Well, not really, just an outline. They looked like faded scars."
He hummed in thought, informing her, "Your powers are not completely dormant then. No one has ever been able to see even a trace of them. The concealing spell I wear is a very potent one. Only the strongest of priests and priestesses could possibly see past it."
Looking rather speechless, she stammered, "I was lucky I guess."
Shaking his head, he explained, "I could smell a vast amount of uncovered power in you when we first met, but never said anything. I assumed that, since you are relatively smart for a human, if I said anything you would become suspicious of my own abilities. No ordinary person can sense power, after all."
Shifting, she nodded once, sighing as she asked, "So is there any way I can learn more about these powers?"
Thinking, Sesshomaru volunteered, "I may not be a priest, but I should be able to help you tap into your spirit magic. At least that way you will be able to sort out who is human and who is not. I can teach you the basics of healing as well, if you like."
Nodding vigorously, Kagome smiled and chirped, "I would like that."
"I will have my secretary run off a copy of my schedule for you then. That way you can contact me during my free time if you would like to practice."
Beaming, she concluded, "You're great, Sesshomaru."
Lifting a brow, he stated nonchalantly, as though he heard it every day, "I know."
Huffing, slightly miffed at his conceited comment, Kagome crossed her arms and scowled playfully.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to her, one that never had before. Looking up at her silver haired god, she asked nervously, "Do you think there is a chance I might be… you know… pregnant? We didn't use protection and I…"
"No, Kagome, you aren't pregnant," Sesshomaru interrupted her rant. When she sent him a quizzical look, he explained, "Higher class youkai can control the potency of their semen. I made certain that no risks were taken."
Sighing, Kagome slumped back slightly, grateful that she didn't have to worry about that kind of thing at the moment. "Thanks again," she breathed.
Smiling as he finished the last of his drink, he paused at her next, very unexpected comment.
"I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for what you did."
Eyes widening a fraction, he smirked, the mischievous grin spreading across his perfect lips with such naughty delight it made the woman across from him visibly shiver.
Seeing the hungry way in which he was sizing her up, Kagome gulped and asked timidly, "Sesshomaru?"
"Oh," he purred, standing to lean across his desk toward her, placing his hands firmly against the hard, wooden surface, "I can think of a few things."
Gasping at his forwardness, she blushed, watching as he pressed a button on the intercom that sat so innocently on his desk and spoke brusquely into it, "Ayame, move my two o'clock to three, and make sure that no one interrupts me until I tell you otherwise."
The second she heard the wolf demoness give an affirmation of the order, Sesshomaru disappeared, reappearing behind her using his superior speed. He loved her startled cry as he lifted her from the chair she sat in, kicking it out of the way with his foot. He then reached around her and cupped her breasts, efficiently pulling her back into his large, solid body. She went lax in his hold, leaning her head onto his thick shoulder. He smiled at her submission. 'Such a good girl,' he mused.
Whimpering as a heated flush overcame her body; Kagome did nothing to stop his hands as they worked her shirt up over her breasts and undid her bra. In an instant she was facing him, her heaving chest planted against his now bare one. "How did you…?"
She never got a chance to finish the question as his lips captured a pert nipple, making her cry out in delight. The feeling of his talented tongue swirling around the now hard peak made her shiver, her hands tangling into his silver hair and tugging slightly as he detached his mouth and gave the top of her full breast a playful nip.
Moving his attention to the other breast, he kissed the underside before capturing the small rosy bud between his teeth, suckling it viciously into his mouth.
"Oh… Sesshomaru," she whispered shakily, her hands pulling him closer to her. When his mouth left her breasts, leaving them feeling cold and bare, she whimpered, unfastening her grip on his hair to grasp his hand, trying so very desperately to bring it back to her chest.
Swatting her hand away, he grabbed her hips, pressing her against the chiseled plains of his body before cupping her firm bottom and lifting her up, sliding against him in the process.
Kagome gasped, grabbing his shoulders as she felt the bulge in his pants slide against her core. When he set her down on the desk his hands quickly left her backside to fiddle with her pants, slipping the button from its hole and yanking the zipper down. In less than an instant her pants and underwear were ripped from her body, lying uselessly across the room.
Flushing from embarrassment at being exposed, she attempted to cover herself, but was quickly halted when two large hands grasped her twin mounds of maturity, kneading them roughly. His aggressive behavior made her coo in need, the flame she had felt last night swelling up once again to override her senses.
Smirking as she made those sweet little noises for him, Sesshomaru released her breasts and undid his pants, freeing his throbbing erection from the confines of his pants.
When he chuckled, the deep, velvety sound reverberating through the recesses of her mind, she shivered, looking to his face to find the signature smirk he wore plastered across his lips. She squeaked in surprise when she felt him slide one of his long fingers into her already sopping core, removing it only seconds later.
Finding her ready, he positioned himself at her opening and entered her with one swift thrust, relishing in her tight heat. She stifled a moan, to which he thrust into her yet again, disappointed when she managed to muffle her scream yet again. With a single sweep of his arm, the desk was cleaned of the many items sitting atop it. Pushing her back to lie down, he rested on his forearms above her, whispering in a coaxing fashion, "Don't try to hide you passion. Scream for me; scream like I know you want to."
Biting her lip as he continued slow yet vicious thrusts into her willing body, she managed to choke out, "But… but s-someone will h-hear."
Suckling her nipple into his mouth yet again, he bit it gently before releasing it with a 'pop'. Grinning down at her, he replied, "Good. Let them hear, let them know just how well I pleasure you."
Shaking her head back and forth in humiliation, she protested, "No… no I can't. It's embarrassing."
Flicking a tight, rosy bead, he purred, "You can't hold back forever."
Pressing her lips in a tight line, she moaned breathily as he continued to tease her nipples, pinching and strumming them. His tongue stroked her pounding pulse, his breath hot against her cheek as he whispered, "Very well then, if you refuse to give in freely, I'll force it out of you."
Whimpering, Kagome prepared for whatever he had in mind, praying she could hold out through the sexual torture she knew he was so wonderful at inflicting. His thick erection slid out of her, almost all the way, before sliding back in only an inch or so, his pace infuriatingly slow.
When he stood upright, she attempted to sit up but was stopped by his warm hand on her chest. His pushed her back down roughly, sliding his hands down so that, while one grasped her hip, the other busied itself with tormenting her clit. She squeaked, automatically regretting it as she heard him chuckle in that same haughty tone. His thrusts slowed down to an almost non existent speed, one that made her writhe pitifully beneath him.
The swirling of his finger against her swollen nub was driving her to insanity, the constant moans that he was letting out making it all the more difficult for her to keep up her little act of defiance. She was certain that he was doing it simply to tease her, the smooth baritone rolling off his tongue and wafting across her ears like the sweetest, most sinful of secrets. Gods how she loved the way he sounded when he was moaning. Unintentionally, a moan slipped past her own lips, one that made Sesshomaru grin wickedly.
She whimpered when he slid out of her completely, his long shaft sliding between her swollen lips to brush against her clit, replacing his fingers.
Sesshomaru laughed to himself at the look on her face. She looked as though she was in pain. Continuing with his little game, he repeated his actions a few times before abruptly shoving himself back into her with a hard forward stroke of his hips, spearing himself inside of her completely. That was all it took.
Kagome screamed at the sudden sensation, the bulk of his manhood stretching her in a painfully pleasurable way. The angle at which he was penetrating her caused him to repeatedly hit her g-spot, making her wail in ecstasy.
Her musical cries of pleasure caused him to pick up his pace, forcing himself into her again and again; her sheath still undeniably tight around him. "I told you," he panted, "that you couldn't hold back for long."
Kagome didn't care anymore; she tipped her head back and moaned loudly, knowing that the entire floor could more than likely hear their activities. Rocking against him, she lifted her hands from their place above her head to toy with her nipples, circling the tight peaks with eager fingers.
Sesshomaru growled at the exotic show she was putting on. She was wonderful, his sexy little librarian, such a responsive bitch. She was perfect. Picking up his tempo, he began to ram into her at an unrelenting pace, snarling as his peak neared. Holding back, he rubbed her clit slowly, moving faster as his thrusts picked up speed.
Kagome mewled in bliss, oblivion hanging just out of reach, dangling in front of her teasingly. With every forward flex of his hips, she became that much closer to her desired goal. Sweat trickled down her forehead, small beads gathering on her breasts and neck. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the eyes of her lover, noticing that the molten pools of amber had taken on a red hint, a small crimson ring lining the outsides of his irises. His teeth were clenched, revealing his fight for control, yet the corner of his mouth was turned up in that infuriatingly sexy smirk. His silver locks spilled onto her thighs, tickling her sensitive skin. The prickling sensation was all she needed to vault over the edge, a blinding white light erupting before her eyes. Squishing her cerulean orbs shut, she threw her head back and arched up off the desk, screaming his name as she came for him.
The enticing bounce of her breasts as he banged her and the reflexive tightening of her cunt did him in, forcing him into his own climax. Roaring loudly in triumph, he tipped his own head back, staring wide eyed at the ceiling as his shuddering cock spilled its load deep within her.
Slumping a little, hands splayed out on his desk as he came down from his high, he gazed through heavily lidded eyes at his ningen lover, marveling at the fact that a mortal woman could be so beautiful and pleasurable.
Inhaling deeply, he looked to his clock, finding he still had a half hour before he would need to begin preparing for his meeting. Growling, he rocked forward again, loving the breathless expression on his partners face.
Ayame stared at the large oak doors that lead to her boss' office, shock written plainly on her features. Several others on the floor had stuck their heads out of their offices, brows lifted in surprise. While the men wore knowing smirks, the women glared angrily at the wooden surface of the doors, jealousy surging through their veins.
The red headed secretary blinked a few times before looking away with a light blush and continuing with her work, trying to ignore the moans coming from Sesshomaru's office.
Kagome smiled lazily as she watched her brother out in center field. He had so very much energy. Speaking of energy… she turned to look at her best friend, who was currently bouncing in her seat screaming, "Go Kohaku, just one more strike!"
She marveled at her pal's cheery attitude. Sango and her brother had lost both parents, and yet she rarely ever saw either one of them with a frown on. Though she herself had lost a father, she still had her mother, which was a big help. Her grandpa and brother played a big part in her life as well. She didn't know what she would do if one of them ever died.
Her thoughts turned to Inuyasha and Sesshomaru. They had lost both parents as well, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha both having lost their own mothers at a young age, while the father died when Inuyasha was born.
Miroku had lost his father at a young age as well, never having met his mother.
Shippou, the young redhead that was currently at second base, had suffered the loss of parents as well. He had been adopted, of course, but she still couldn't help feel sorry for him. He was so young.
They had all lost someone very dear to them.
"Yes! Nice catch Souta!"
Her friend's joyous cry brought her from her depressing train of thought. Deciding it was best to leave the past in the past she threw up her arms and cheered along with her friend.
A quiet giggle brought her attention elsewhere. Looking down, she found Rin, the adorable little girl Sesshomaru had taken in, staring up at her from the ground. Leaning over the back of the bleachers, she waved down at the child and chirped, "Hello there, sweet heart, what are you doing here?"
"Watching my friends play!" was her immediate response.
Knowing that Sesshomaru couldn't be far off, she asked, "Where is…"
"Right here," the demon's smooth voice cut in as he approached the bleachers. He hadn't known Kagome would be there. Now he was somewhat glad he had agreed to this little outing. He had been rather reluctant when Rin had first asked him, but submitted to the girl's infernal puppy dog look after a bit of coaxing.
Kagome blushed a little and smiled down at him, averting her eyes for a second. When a jab caught her attention, she turned to stare first at the offending elbow and then at her friend, who was quick to ask, "Aren't you going to introduce me?"
"Oh," Kagome quipped, "Sango this is Sesshomaru, Sesshomaru, this is my best friend Sango."
Sango waved cheerily, an action that got her a curt nod in response. Leaning over, she whispered into her friend's ear, "So this is the guy, huh? Nice job Kagome."
Kagome turned ten shades of red when she saw the knowing smirk appear on Sesshomaru's lips, his demon hearing obviously having allowed him to pick up on the quiet comment.
She turned around in her seat and groaned. Curse him and his amplified senses.
Aha! On the desk! There we go. I hope everyone liked that. I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can, alright people?
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