Here we go. This chapter took me a little longer than I would have liked to get posted, but I'm moving soon and things have been absolutely insane! Never fear, I would never forget about all my loyal fans.
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'Sigh', now that the fluff is over with, I give you the next and long awaited eighth chapter.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Nope… I do however own this righteous plot!
Chapter Eight: Popcorn and Paperwork
Flopping down beside her friends, Kagome grumbled as several hands dove into the bowl of freshly made popcorn sitting in her lap, successfully showering her in white, puffy morsels. Brushing herself off, she leaned over to grab the remote from its perch on the coffee table, flicking absentmindedly through the channels.
Sango and Miroku sat together on the loveseat, Ayame and Kouga beside her on the couch. She smiled as she watched Miroku's hand wiggle its way between Sango's back and the couch, heading down, down, down…
'Slap'
"Hentai! Can't you ever keep your hands to yourself?" Sango fumed indignantly.
The offender, in question, didn't seem too fazed at the fact that his girlfriend had just pounded him. Instead, he sat wearing his trademark grin, hand rubbing soothing circles over his abused cheek. "Ah Sango, my sweet, I simply couldn't help myself. Your voluptuous curves and bountiful…"
"That's enough, lecher!" the still angry brunette seethed.
Shaking her head, Kagome turned to look at Ayame and Kouga, who were cuddled together at her side. 'Thank all of the gods in heaven,' Kagome sighed, 'The boy finally found someone who's as possessive as he is.'
She knew very well that Ayame adored Kouga, and had for quite some time. If ever her claim was threatened, she would not hesitate to shed some blood.
On the brighter side of things, that meant no more importunate, pushy wolf youkai on her tail.
Her lessons with Sesshomaru had been going on for only a few days, but in the short span of time, she had learned how to hone her senses to a degree where she could separate the humans from the youkai without any trouble.
Both participants of the young couple beside her were both full blooded ookami youkai, Inuyasha was an inu hanyou, and her Sesshomaru, of course, was a full blooded dog demon, and boy was he ever a dog. Every single one of their 'training sessions' had ended in a rather steamy encounter in bed… or on the counter… or the table… or the floor. Either way, she had come to learn that the scoundrel was almost always sexually active, and it was near impossible for him to keep his hands to himself now that they had established their standings. They were officially dating, though she wasn't certain where it would go from there.
A small part of her feared that his feelings for her spanned to simple carnal lust and nothing more. Would he simply dump her once he'd had his fill? She hoped not. The little angel on her shoulder that countered such negative thoughts piped up, telling her that she should have more faith in him, that he was not as cold as he seemed.
Though he had no problem expressing his passion, or the odd time he would tease her, she had found that he was not one for wearing his heart on his sleeve, and she feared his indifference would tear them apart. Worrying her lip, she shook her head lightly, ridding it of such thoughts.
'What I need,' she decided, 'is some comfort food.' She was surprised and disappointed to find that when she reached down into the bowl to grab a handful of popcorn, all she found was air. With a sigh, she set the large, plastic bowl aside. 'Empty,' she groused, 'No Sesshou and no popcorn make Kagome angry!' She giggled slightly as the idiotic comment was accompanied by a brief picture of herself atop the Empire State Building, small planes whizzing around her head as she beat her chest. 'Sheesh,' she mused while still tittering slightly, 'I've been watching one too many old, black and white movies.'
"So Kagome," Ayame coaxed; a naughty look on her face.
Kagome could tell instantly that she wasn't going to like whatever came from the redhead's mouth; the signature mischievous look that twinkled in the ookami female's big green eyes making her rather nervous.
"What happened the other day in Sesshomaru's office?"
Face paling, she looked down at the empty popcorn bowl and spluttered, "Uh, nothing… I was just… helping him with some paperwork."
Every set of eyes was on her, the piercing stares she was receiving making her gulp in trepidation.
"Oh, really?" Ayame asked, lifting a finely arched red brow, "Well you'll have to tell me later what type of papers you two were 'working on' because they seemed to be far more exciting than the ones I get stuck with."
Blushing like mad as the room erupted into laughter Kagome sunk lower into her seat, wishing the couch would open up and swallow her. Another goofy image popped into her mind, one depicting a cartoon couch with big googly eyes opening it's spring filled mouth and gobbling her up. Groaning, she buried her face in her hands.
"Why Kagome… I never knew you had it in you," Miroku teased from his spot on the loveseat, leaning forward to nudge her in the ribs.
"Leave her alone lecher!" Sango warned while bopping her boyfriend on the head.
Smiling timidly, Kagome whispered a thank you to her best pal and made a hasty exit into the kitchen. This situation called for popcorn.
Her mind slipped back to that day he had taken her in his office. She felt so naughty, but surprisingly, it didn't bother her.
Straightening herself as best she could, Kagome waved a shy goodbye to her youkai lover and moved to open the door. Before she had a chance, however, she was in his arms once again, his lips capturing hers in a searing kiss. She melted into his embrace and returned the kiss with equal fervor, her hands re-exploring his back.
When they finally parted, Kagome was left hot and panting. Blushing, she leaned up and gave him a quick peck before turning and scurrying out the door.
"I'll call you during my break, Kagome, and we can discuss the date for our next meeting," Sesshomaru called out to her, his deep voice carrying easily across the room.
Blushing at how that must have sounded to the employee's Kagome turned and shot him a glare, one which he responded to with a playful smirk. Grumbling, she stomped toward the elevator, very aware that there were numerous sets of eyes locked onto her.
Turning a shade redder, she scurried over to the elevator and pressed the button. She dared not turn around to look at Ayame, for she was certain that the redhead was smirking at her that very instant.
Dashing inside once the doors opened, she sighed in relief and slumped back against the railing. 'That,' she mumbled to herself, 'was the most embarrassing moment of my life.'
Tossing the bag of instant popcorn into the microwave, Kagome clenched her fists in irritation. She even tried to yell at him the next day, when they met to work on honing her miko abilities. The spat had been one sided, since all the youkai had done was smirk.
She growled. She had even hit him, smacked him over the head with quite a bit of force. The act had only made his grin wider.
Then, before she even had a chance to protest, he had her naked and on her back, burying himself into her.
Placing her face in her hands, she hissed, "Damn him."
'Ding'
Jumping up at the unexpected sound, she winced as her head came in contact with the cupboard above. Shrinking in agony, she bit her lip and glared coldly at the microwave. "Stupid, bloody piece of crap," she swore, slamming her fist into the device. Said action only caused another surge of pain to course through her, turning her knuckles an angry shade of red.
Whimpering helplessly, she mewled, "Why… why me?"
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"Kagome, I brought you something!"
The jubilant voice pulled her from the book she had been reading, making her peer over the bridge of her glasses to eye the small, dirty hand that held a bouquet of freshly picked flowers, roots and all.
Marking her page, she set the book aside and smiled at the little redheaded boy in front of her. Her desk was up to the child's nose, meaning her had to stand on tiptoes to fully see her. Shippou had never been very tall, though he was as brave as they come. The little child, she had discovered with her newly developed ability, was a fox youkai, which explained his mischievous behavior.
"Why thank you, dear!" Kagome chirped merrily.
"Kagome!"
Green and blue pairs of eyes turned to watch a small, chocolate eyed girl race toward the desk they were currently huddled around, quirky ponytail bobbing with every bounce.
"Who's that?" whispered Shippou.
Kagome noticed the adoring tone of his voice and looked at her young companion from the corner of her eye, not missing the dreamy look he was sending her way. "Oh, someone has a crush," Kagome teased.
Huffing in embarrassment, the little boy was quick to cross his arms and frown, his tough act not doing anything to hide the small blush he sported. "No way, girls are gross!"
"Sure, sure," Kagome teased, "you think she's cute."
"Shh!" Shippou hushed her, panic plain on his tiny, childish features, "not so loud! What if she hears you?"
Smiling playfully, Kagome suggested, "Maybe you should go give those flowers to her."
"What about you, Kagome?" Shippou inquired seriously.
Winking, she pointed to the little vase on her desk that held the flowers he had brought her from the other day. "I've still got plenty."
Chewing his lower lip, he looked at the floor in a shy fashion as the cute little girl came skipping up to them.
"Hi, Rin's name is Rin! What's your name?" the cheery young girl announced.
When Shippou felt Kagome's encouraging nudge, he managed to mumble, "I'm Shippou." With that, he held out his hand, flowers clenched tightly in his shaking fingers.
Gasping, Rin asked joyously, "For me?" When the boy nodded, she clapped her hands in delight and took them, giving him a peck on the nose.
Shippou, who was ten shades of red by now, was dumbstruck, glued to the spot as the realization of being kissed hit him.
Kagome giggled, absolutely giddy at the adorable sight she beheld. When a flash of silver caught her eye, she turned to look up at Sesshomaru, who was approaching in long, even strides.
Coming to stand next to his adopted daughter, the tall, inu youkai quirked an amused brow at the flowers in her hand, their bottoms clumped with dirt that was quickly smearing on her hands.
"Do you like them, Sesshomaru-sama?" Rin asked energetically, waving the daisies in her hand. When he nodded, she continued, "Shippou-chan gave them to me! One day Rin is going to marry him!"
Spluttering in a confused and dazed manner, Shippou choked out, "Marry you?"
Sesshomaru turned his eyes on Kagome, who seemed to find the scene rather amusing. When she caught his gaze, she grinned and shrugged her shoulders.
Lifting his brow a little higher, Sesshomaru asked, "Marriage, hn? Tell me kitsuine, will you make her happy?"
Shippou, seeing the expectant gaze he was being sent by the rather large youkai, put on his most serious face and nodded.
"Will you protect her?" the taiyoukai continued.
Lifting his chin, Shippou puffed out his chest and assured the silver haired man, "I'll take good care of her!"
Sesshomaru nodded in acceptance, allowing a little smile to tilt his pale lips.
Kagome sighed. She loved the way he looked when he smiled. Even if it was only the inklings of a true smile, it still made him appear heavenly.
As of late, she found herself thinking of the gorgeous youkai often, almost all of the time. It was becoming hard to say goodbye after their meetings, even harder to spend time without him. Other than the fact that he kept her completely satisfied sexually, his presence was soothing. It made her feel giddy, like a little schoolgirl.
She wondered idly if her old uniform would fit. She knew without a doubt that her lover would love to see her in that skimpy little number. Her bust had grown since those days, and she had gotten taller. She imagined that she would be nearly busting out of the top, and that the skirt would ride up rather high.
Her mind then wandered further, and she wondered if he would be interested in role playing. A book she had currently read depicted the sinful, forbidden relationship between a sensei and his student. To put it in a nutshell, the idea got her hot. Yes… they would fill out the roles easily enough. She could dress up as the innocent little student and he could be the sexy teacher, who would hold her after class to 'catch up on work'. Oh… she could practically see him bending her over his desk and slapping her ass with a meter stick.
Seeing that look in his vixen's eyes as well as scenting her arousal, Sesshomaru soon found his own pants became extremely uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, Sesshomaru grit out in a strained voice, "Rin, perhaps you and your, ahem, fiancé would like to go to the park outside. Jaken should be waiting outside."
Smiling animatedly, Rin grabbed Shippou's hand in her own and scurried out of the library, leaving the two adults alone.
Eyes fastening on his lover's quivering form, Sesshomaru stalked around the desk in slow, deliberate movements, his clawed fingertips scraping along the polished wood of her desktop.
Eyes flickering with desire, Kagome shuddered as his musky, masculine scent reached her nostrils. Standing quickly, she brushed past him with a seductive smirk, wiggling her eyebrows playfully. Oh what fun.
Well there it is. I know it isn't exactly the most riveting chapter, but I do want this story to be more than one huge, testosterone and estrogen charged lemon. Though that is nice the odd time, there is a plot to this story.
Things will get a little more interesting soon, just you wait. As for where Sesshomaru and Kagome will go from here on in… well, you'll just have to read and find out!
The next chappy won't take this long, I promise.
Make me smile… review.
