Hot Attraction

What Could Have Been…Will Never Be

She wrapped her arms tighter around his neck as he gripped her waist as tight as he could. He wanted her, needed her. It had been almost three months and the intimate dancing was torture. He left her waist as his right hand traveled up her body and gripped the buttons on the top of her blouse.

He undid all three before Kagome's hand came up to grab his and she parted from their kiss. "Sesshomaru…I…" He just looked at her waiting for her to give him permission. He wasn't going to rape her. If she wanted to wait, he would wait. She was in love with him…sure she hadn't told him, sure he hadn't had a chance to return them or anything, but this somehow felt right. She was ready for this…for him. She smiled at him.

He looked at her then, his face taut with emotion, and hooked a hand behind her head to pull her into his hot, needy kiss. She curled into his embrace once again wrapping her arms around his warm muscular torso.

He growled deep in his throat and shoved one flimsy sleeve of her blouse down her arm exposing part of her shoulder. He dipped his head and kissed her there, then sank his teeth gently into the fleshy part near her neck. Her body jumped with life. His hands swept over her, one hand between her shoulder blades, locking her into his embrace, the other caressing the sensitive flesh on her lower back.

She grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it up releasing his body from the bothersome garment. She raked her hands gently but teasingly over his back before starting a trail with her mouth from his. She slid down with her tongue as Sesshomaru groaned. She continued her torture until he was taken over the edge.

With a rough sound of need, Sesshomaru sent them both tumbling to the floor, his heavy body coming down on top of hers. Good thing he remembered to lock the doors to the studio as well as close the curtains.

He stretched her arms above her head, holding her immobile while he took her mouth in a deep, carnal kiss that made her head spin.

His heart pounded against her, his flesh hot even through the silk of her outfit. She arched her hips against him, straining to feel more of his hard erection pressing against her thighs. He muttered something, and then switched both her trapped wrists to one hand while the other swept down her body to cup her breast.

She whispered his name, closed her eyes as sensations roared through her body like a thunderstorm. He shoved his hand inside her shirt, tearing the lace. He feasted on her mouth, nipped her lips, and tangled his tongue with hers while his other hand roamed over her now exposed chest.

She gave a cry of surprise when he took both hands and tore the entire outfit apart. But the cry immediately turned into a moan as he started to suck on her exposed pale skin. She stroked her hands over his back arched into his mouth in pleasure when his mouth came down on her lower abdomen and sucked hard. Her underwear and his pants were the only things keeping them from being joined.

With a low groan he shoved the pieced of her torn skirt up to her waist, his hand slipped between her thighs to discover the damp heat awaiting him. Willingly she let her knees fall open to give him access, trembling as he stroked with exactly the right touch. The ache between her legs became an inferno.

He slipped a finger into her damp sheath, and she almost climaxed right there and then, but he retreated just in time, then came back, slower now, just grazing the part of her that craved his caress.

She made a wild sound in the back of her throat and shifted her hips, chasing the heady pleasure just beyond her reach.

He lavished her breasts with his tongue, worked his magic between her thighs. So many times he brought her to the brink, then stopped and waited for her quivering body to calm. Then he sent her up again. Every inch of her burned for him, her skin rippling with reaction to the touch of a master. He knew just where and how to caress her, knew just when she was about to reach the end and when to pull back.

How did he learn so much about her so fast? He truly was one of a kind.

Her breathing came in pants, her hair a tangle all around them now released from its bun. "Please Sesshomaru," she whispered in a near sob, locking her gaze with his. "Please…"

He swallowed the word with a kiss, reaching down to undo the belt of his jeans. She helped him shove them down and off of his body. She reached a hand down to trace his body. He gave a shudder, then removed her hand and pressed her back against the carpet. She went willingly, spreading her legs as he moved between them.

"Kagome," he murmured, stroking her hair out of her face. The way he said it made the simple word so much more than her name. Then with a reassuring glance as to what was to come, Kagome smiled and nodded awaiting the pain and pleasure that would find her. He wasted no time and thrust into her hard and fast.

Kagome hissed and Sesshomaru stopped and waited for her adjust. Once the pain subsided Kagome clung to his shoulders, wrapping her legs around him as he controlled the excruciatingly slow pace, his jaw clenched with restraint.

He pulled completely out of her and cupped her bottom in his hands and thrust into her again filling every inch of her with his manhood. She arched against him giving him more access. He thrust deeper. This time he pulled out so slowly it left them both shaking, then entered her again with the same slowness. Kagome was wracked with pleasure. She wanted him completely. He came out of her slowly again and thrust into her a final time giving her what she wanted. Fast, deep, and hard. Screams and moans filled the dance studio.

Kagome was there. Pleasure rippled through her, tearing a hoarse scream from her throat. Sesshomaru was right behind her, throwing back his head as he thrust hard and deep one last time before he gave a shout of release, his body shuttering as he emptied himself into her.

He collapsed on top of her in an exhausted heap, and Kagome smiled wearily, wrapping her arms around him.

Kagome awoke to a cold rush of air sweeping past her feet. She shivered. She was sleeping on something hard. She had to remind herself to get a new bed. Wait a minute, she didn't go home last night. Her eyes snapped open.

She was at the dance academy. But why…?

Her eyes widened more with the events of last night. She was with Sesshomaru. She looked around. Her expression became distant. But he left…

"So your awake?" She turned around fast at the sound of an all to familiar voice.

She smiled. "Sesshomaru."

He smirked. "What? Did you think I'd leave?"

She blushed. He took that as a yes. He walked over and sat next to her. He gave her his shirt and she put it on as he sat next to her in nothing but his jeans. She stared at him as he handed her a danish and a cappuccino.

"Thank you." He went to take a sip of his when his gaze caught hers.

"What?"

She smiled and shook her head. "It's nothing." He shrugged and continued to sip his drink. Two days ago she would have never pictured herself with Sesshomaru. He didn't seem like the type to admit anything or show any type of emotion. But last night…

Kagome felt the heat rising to her cheeks once again. Sesshomaru didn't miss it. He smirked. "Thinking about last night are we?" The heat deepened. "We could always repeat those events…"

"Shut up!"

Sesshomaru chuckled and Kagome scoffed down the danish. She glared at him and Sesshomaru only smiled.

Her eyes widened. He smiled! His eyes glinted more once he realized what she was so shocked about. "So Kagome…you never did answer my question from last night. Am I…" He leaned closer to her and she stared at him. "the one you have feelings for?"

He leaned in for a kiss and Kagome backed up until she gave a small 'eep' and fell to the floor. Sesshomaru laughed and crawled on top of her. The drinks long forgotten, the couple waged in an all out battle of passion once again.

"You did what!" Sango shouted over the phone with Kagome.

"Twice in the last night. I don't know what to do Sango. I've fallen in love with him and I'm not sure if he feels the same way."

Sango calmed down and her voice was soft when she spoke. "Kagome, have you seen the way he looks at you. How he dances with you. How he only kisses and wants you?"

"I guess…" She was cut short when she saw silver hair.

"Kagome?" Sango asked from the other line.

It was Sesshomaru. "Hey Sango, I'll call you back." With that said, she hung up the phone. She ran over to the shop with a smile. He was up at the counter ordering a drink. She was about to walk in when two drinks came up on the counter.

Why did he order two? She turned her head to the table he started to walk to. It was Kikyo. He was there with Kikyo. And the day after they…

She felt tears well up in her eyes. She forced them back angrily. She watched as Kikyo got up from the table and met Sesshomaru the rest of the way. She stood there for no more than two seconds before settling her lips on his. Kagome' eyes widened.

She couldn't take it anymore. Sesshomaru was a jackass! He two-timed her. She couldn't believe it. She could no longer hold the tears back and let them fall as she turned and started running down the street.

Sesshomaru stood at the counter of the dunkin' doughnuts shop. He took Kikyo there to finalize anything that ever went on between them. He was going to get it through her thick little skull if it took all day. Then the night with Kagome would be his after the next part of the dance contest.

He took the drinks and paid the man at the counter before turning and walking towards the table that Kikyo sat at. Kikyo took a side glance and suddenly smirked. What was that about?

He continued walking until Kikyo rose from the table and started walking towards him. She stopped and looked at him for about two seconds before she rose on her tip-toes and kissed him. His eyes widened a fraction.

What was this…wait? The side glance. He pushed Kikyo away and dropped the drinks. He turned sharply to see the love of his life running down the street away from his current location. He frowned. "Kagome…" He muttered. He turned on Kikyo. "You little bitch!" Everyone was staring at them by now.

Kikyo mock gasped. "Oh Sesshomaru darling, why would you call me that?"

"Because Kikyo, dear, that's what you are. Now you need to stay away from me and Kagome. I don't like you alright, that was months ago!" to get his point clear across, he gripped her throat with his right hand and squeezed. "Got it?"

Kikyo pushed him away and scoffed. "Why does that girl mean so much to you!"

He was about to walk out the door before he turned and glared at Kikyo. "Because she's nothing like you."

Author Note: Well I do hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it! Please do tell me what you think and since I'm enjoying this so much now, if you review the update should be up next weekend! I think the next chapter will be the final. Then I'll have another question for you all! But I hope you enjoyed it and please review so I update!

To be continued…