Summery; Warning; Disclaimer: See First Chapter.

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WARNING: THERE ARE SEVERAL MATURE LIMES IN THIS CHAPTER. If it offends, don't read.

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"You don't think he'd take advantage of her, do you?" Kagome asked worriedly, as the three sat drinking coffee that night.

"Nah," Inuyasha waved his hand absently, but a slight frown creased his brow. "I doubt it."

"You doubt it?" she repeated, "Why can't you be certain!"

"Because I'm not Sesshomaru!" he snapped back, "I don't know what he'd do! But I doubt it, okay? It's not his style."

"Yeah, but he's been in a dog form for how long?" Koga reminded them, "Who knows what Sesshomaru is capable of once his physical desires surface again?"

"Hm," Kagome frowned into her drink, and held onto the hope that Sesshomaru was still too mindful of his pride to force himself on her.

"Mmm…" Leslie mumbled, wrapping her arms around her pillow. Her eyes shot open when her pillow suddenly moved. Releasing her grip, she sat back and met the amused gaze of Sesshomaru.

"You fell asleep," he said unnecessarily, "I suppose I was a comfortable pillow?"

"Um…" she blushed, sitting further back. Sesshomaru decided not to admit to her that he had fallen asleep also, resting his cheek on her head.

"I believe it's early in the morning," Sesshomaru thought. A glance at her battery-powered clock proved his suspicions, the time reading only two in the morning.

"I guess we're all messed up because of the light and heat going out," Leslie said, still embarrassed over her sleeping position – and partner.

"Probably," he agreed, and suddenly pulled her back to him. She let a small gasp of indignation, but he ignored her and held her close.

"Sesshomaru…what are you doing?" she demanded, but relaxed in his grip.

"Nothing," he replied simply, "I'm cold again."

Leslie, unsure of what to make of Sesshomaru, settled for another deep sigh and leaned into him, savoring the warmth that once again spread throughout her body. Mozart had previously moved to the pile of clothes that was in Leslie's room, unwilling to be crushed as the pair had slept so close together.

"So, why'd you come to town?" she asked, breaking the tense silence after a few minutes.

"Christmas," he replied.

"That's not for two months," she said in surprised.

"Damn," he thought, and his mind raced for further explanation. "Well, Christmas, of course, but I also wanted to visit my brother. We haven't seen each other for several years."

"Oh," Leslie nodded, apparently satisfied. "What do you do for a living?"

"I…" Here Sesshomaru was stumped, and settled on the first thing that came to mind, "I work in a business firm, as Inuyasha does. I took over the family business."

As she nodded, he smiled grimly. "That's not quite the truth, but what she doesn't know won't hurt her – for now."

"Sesshomaru?"

"Yes?" he asked, startled when he realized her gaze was on him.

"I hope you don't think I'm being forward, but…" she trailed off, and leaned forward and up until her lips met his.

He blinked in surprise at the sudden contact – the first physical contact he had in his human form for centuries.

After deepening the kiss slightly, Leslie abruptly pulled back, her face flushed.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, "I shouldn't have –"

She was cut off when Sesshomaru pulled her toward him quickly, and began to kiss her back hungrily. Leslie hesitated for a moment at the sudden assault on her mouth, but relaxed her body against his enticingly.

Sliding his hands the length of her body, a small voice in Sesshomaru's head began to annoy him.

"Seducing her won't make her love you, you know," it reminded him, "There's a difference between lust and love, Sesshomaru. She can learn to love you without seducing her like this."

For a moment, he tried to break contact, but it was too late for that. Leslie shifted slightly onto his lap, and he impatiently pulled off her jacket. Tossing it on the floor, he reveled in the sudden curves the bulky jacket revealed, and he sucked on her jawline.

With small moans, Leslie arched her back. Without breaking contact, she stood up slowly.

Following as if glued to her, Sesshomaru laid her on the guest bed.

"You shouldn't be doing this, Sesshomaru!" the voice warned again, louder and harsher this time. His desire for Leslie, however, quickly pushed it out of his conscious mind.

"Leslie…"

"What?" she wondered impatiently, shivers going through her body as Sesshomaru slid her last shirt off.

"Leslie, this isn't the way," her voice continued, "Leslie, stop this before it's too late! You don't know what you're doing, and you know it!"

She forced her thoughts out of her head, and focused on Sesshomaru's beautifully-sculpted – and nude – body above her. Naked underneath him, she realized that sweat was glistening on both of them.

"Leslie…" Sesshomaru murmured, gazing at her innocent beauty beneath him. His senses were overloaded by the scent of her arousal, and his own sexual desires. Bearing down on her, he massaged her breasts with one hand, while his other explored her body roughly.

Gasping, Leslie felt his hardened desire against her inner thigh, and suddenly felt a wave of fright and uncertainty.

Smelling her change, Sesshomaru paused in his ministrations, and gazed down at her through desire-heated eyes.

"You don't have to do this, Leslie," he whispered, "I'm not going to force you. Only if you want to…"

"No, it's just…" she trailed off, and he nodded.

"You're a virgin," he finished, and bent down to place his lips directly by her ear. "It will hurt," he continued quietly, "I can't make it not. But it doesn't have to happen if you're not ready, Leslie. We started this, and we can stop it now."

She paused, and gazed into his eyes. He saw desire in them, as well as nervousness and hesitation. After what seemed like decades to his desires, she nodded slowly.

"Please, Sesshomaru…please take me," she whispered, sliding her hands down his body. As he regarded her curiously, she pulled him down toward her, forcing him inside her. Sesshomaru plunged into her eagerly, breaking her barriers in a sudden burst of energy.

Leslie released a scream of pain and desire as Sesshomaru reared above her, and she grasped his hips tightly, forcing every possible inch of him into her body. Gasping, she bucked underneath his thrusting, basking in the pain and lust.

Sesshomaru, for his part, had taken female demons before, but never out of love – or lust, and never a human. He restrained himself as his movements sent her into spasms of pleasure, knowing his demon energy and love-making could easily kill her. Ripples of pleasure spread throughout his body, warming his hardness inside her.

Breaking contact momentarily, he bent down and moved his tongue down the length of her body, stopping just above her interior. Feeling her tense in anticipation, he teased her slowly, trailing the proof of his desire for her around her inner core, tracing the lines of her body, and back to her womanly nest.

With a sudden thrust, he entered her again, every inch of him swelling in desire and sexual frustration. Leslie clutched at him, shrieking and moaning in pleasure. Beginning a rhythm of contact, Sesshomaru rocked into her spasmodically, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Taking a cue from her sudden movement, he pulled Leslie to a sitting position, still moving inside her.

"Leslie…" he heaved, and she gasped in response. Breaking contact suddenly, he moved behind her in one fluid motion. He raised her hips above the mattress, and plunged his pulsating desire into her from behind. She shrieked again, in pleasure and surprised pain, and bucked back and forth as he continued his love making.

With a sudden grunt, he bent his head as she reached the peak of her pleasure, and sank his fangs into her neck. Moaning, she gripped his hardness from behind, and forced him further into her.

When they were done, Leslie was sprawled underneath him. Sesshomaru lay almost on top of her, legs wrapped close to her body, his erection rubbing against her inner thigh teasingly.

"Sesshomaru…" she gasped, and he glanced at her. They were both sweating from exertion and pleasure, and her hair clung to her neck. Her eyes were glazed from pain, and her body was hot from the love making.

"Yes?" he grunted, tracing the curves of her body with a single finger.

Leslie didn't reply, but her hands suddenly moved again to his desire. Her fingers played with it teasingly, feeling it growing hotter and harder under her caressing.

He growled impatiently, sucking on the bite he had made. Smiling seductively at him, she grasped his erection tightly, which was close to bursting with pain and desire, and thrust it into her again.

Gasping, Sesshomaru heaved a long groan as he released into her, and she arched underneath him, rubbing her belly against him. Clutching her body to him, Sesshomaru began another rhythmic rocking, rougher than the last time.

She laughed in surprise at his sudden roughness, and basked in the pain he caused her as he tore into her body. At the peak of her spasms, she failed to notice the sudden redness that had leaked into the corners of his eyes, which was gone in another instant.

As she bucked into him, he returned the motion heavily, becoming faster and harder with each movement. Leslie released a single shriek of pure agony, and they fell silent.

Waking up several hours later, Sesshomaru glanced at the woman beside him. She was curled into his chest, her hands in his hair. Lightly tracing her body with a finger, his mind raced at what he had done.

"I just marked her," he thought, "With that bite, I made her my official mate. I ended her virginity, and mated her in a single night."

He cursed at his rashness, but the voice inside his head came back.

"You didn't mark her as your own in a moment of pleasure and lust, Sesshomaru," it informed him, "This girl was meant for you. Her virginity was saved for a reason. You also know full-well that she was fertile when you released your seed into her."

He groaned, half in annoyance, and half in remembering their love making. She stirred against him, and he stroked the mating mark that was just behind her ear, and slightly below it.

"You could have bitten her somewhere else," the voice reminded him, "It could have been much worse – you could have killed her. Leslie was strong enough to survive a demon mating – there is always a reason for everything, Sesshomaru."

"Sesshomaru…" Leslie whispered, still half-asleep. He felt desire pulse through him again, and smelled her arousal peaking. He could only imagine what she was thinking.

"Leslie," he said quietly, his breath tickling her ear, "Are you in pain?"

Groggy, she looked at him, still dazed from their night together. Gazing at him, slightly surprised, she smiled softly.

"Not much," she told him, and absently rubbed her neck, "Not more so than I think it should, at least. What…what time is it?"

"I don't know," Sesshomaru shrugged, and slid out of the bed, "Wait here. I will go see."

Leslie's eyes followed as his nude figure strode from the room, and she sighed into her pillow.

"Almost eight," he thought, and realized that their pleasure must had lasted longer than he had thought. Glancing at the window, he saw without surprise that they were still snowed in. Striding back into the room, he crawled back into the bed, and pulled her close to him.

"It's almost eight," he told her, and she nodded against his chest. Sensing something odd in her smell – other than the fact that she was breeding – he looked at her. "Is everything all right?"

"Sesshomaru…what did you do?" she asked, feeling the two deep fang marks in her neck. "I can understand a hickey, or a love bit, but…this could get infected!"

"It won't," he said confidently, and trailed his hand down her body, taking pleasure in feeling goosebumps raise on her skin.

"How do you know?" she asked.

"Trust me, Leslie," he replied, "There are things I must tell you, but now isn't the time. Just trust me, please."

Peering at him, she debated it for an instant before nodded, and kissing him deeply.

"I do," she murmured, her hand once again finding it's way to his building hardness, and teasing him with the feel of her touch.

Growling playfully, he rolled her over on her back, and gazed at her with eyes full of love and lust.

"I'm getting worried," Kagome frowned, seeing it was ten in the morning, "I have the oddest feeling that something's happened."

"Calm down," Inuyasha replied, seeing her stroke her own mating mark, the bite he had inflicted on her during their first night together, near her collarbone. Kagome only touched it when she was at her peak, or extremely worried.

"I can't!" she protested, and looked at Koga. "You agree with me, don't you?"

"There's an odd smell in the air," he commented, crossing his arms. "That's what you're sensing. I don't know what it is, thought."

"Me either," Inuyasha shook his head, sniffing the air. Shrugging, he grinned. "Oh well. Is the phone back on?"

"No," she sighed, "We've got power again, but the radio said that most of town – and all the outskirts – won't have any power for a while yet. We got hit good this time."

"Radio?"

"Batteries, Inuyasha," Kagome said, shooting a look at him. "Duh."

Panting slightly from their second round of love making, Sesshomaru leaned against Leslie, absently nipping her body.

"I didn't think it would be like this," she commented.

"What wouldn't be like what?"

"This…" she said, gesturing to their intertwined bodies, "I didn't think it could be so…amazing."

"There's plenty I haven't showed you," he smirked seductively at her, and she laughed. Sliding out from underneath him, she stood up and stretched. Sesshomaru took in her body with a long look as she turned around.

"I'm going to take a shower and get something to eat," she told him, and walked through the door connecting the bathroom and bedroom. He noticed, with some remorse, that she was rubbing her throbbing neck.

"I suppose I bit harder than I meant to," he sighed, and looked up as she shrieked in surprise.

Entering the bathroom, he felt his member hardening as he saw her body, slick with water, standing in the tub.

"C-cold…" she managed to spit out, her teeth chattering.

"I'll have to come and warm you up, then," he suggested, and stepped in next to her. Gasping with the combined effects of the freezing water and the feeling of Sesshomaru's hot hardness against her, Leslie slid into a crouch, and he followed her movements.

After their time together in the water, the couple strode into the kitchen. Unaffected, like always, by the cold, Sesshomaru had only a towel wrapped around him, while Leslie had already dressed warmly.

"I can't concentrate with you half-naked there!" she complained, and he leered at her teasingly.

"Would it help if I removed the towel?" he asked suggestively, and she shot him a look, smiling widely.

"I can only take so much," Leslie said, with a slight frown. Sesshomaru instantly stood and disappeared into the room to dress as she tried to spread cream cheese on the freezing bagels.

Sesshomaru came back into the kitchen after a few moments, and regarded his mate with some remorse for a second before striding to her, and wrapping her body against him.

"I'm sorry for the pain I have caused you," he whispered, knowing full-well that she was more sore than she cared to admit, and a worried look crossed his face. She leaned against him before she shook her head.

"Sesshomaru, I'd much rather suffer this than to have never known you at all," she assured him, and handed him a bagel. "Sorry – I can't do much better than that. Where's Mozart?"

They turned as the kitten mewed at their feet, and she laughingly picked him up.

"Sorry, kitty. I'll get you something to eat now," she grinned, turning her back to him again.

There! I think this is going to be the only lime/lemon in the story, but I'm not sure. So please, whatever your opinion, lemme know!