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Sesshomaru wanted to kill the birds making all that racket. But that would require him to move, to open his eyes. Both seemed like bad ideas right now. His head pounded and he was queasy. His muscles ached, he felt like he'd been hit by lightning. The bright light of morning seemed to burn through his closed eyelids and the birds were screeching like possessed things.

However something warm and soft was pressed tightly against his chest and belly. The warmth was comforting to him and a warm breeze was gusting rhythmically against his neck. He hugged the warmth closer to him and buried his nose into Melissa's soft hair, breathing her warm scent. Then his eyes snapped open, Melissa!

He looked down, there was no mistaking the tangle of gold hair that greeted his gaze. All he could see was the top of her head. His arms were wrapped around her, one being trapped below her. There was a risk of waking her when he moved.

What had happened last night? Memories started to slowly reemerge. His mother had appeared and ordered them to come to dinner. He had been stuck by lightening. Then his mother invited them to have a drink. Things got fuzzy from there.

Now he was laying in his room with Melissa in his arms, sharing his bedding. The warm breeze on his neck was her soft breath. Her chest and belly were pressed against his. One arm was curled against her chest between them the other was around his ribcage. Her pelvis was pressed against his, tightly against his morning stiffness.

The wind gusted outside and a draft chilled his bare ass cheeks. His eyes widened, he was naked? He was laying naked on his bedding with Melissa in his arms. Had they... Had he taken her?

He didn't smell his semen, but would he? He had no idea what happened when one bedded a woman. Was the semen absorbed into the woman's body, or just the essence of it? Was his seed even now taking root in her womb?

No. No, she was barren. Still, his first time, he wanted to at least remember it. He ran his free hand lightly down her back until he touched the bow of her obi. He felt the creases and folds, the bow was still tied. Drunken hands could not replicate that complicated bow. He breathed a sigh of relief, her kimonos had not come off.

Of course that didn't mean he hadn't pushed her Kimonos up around her hips and had his way with her. That thought caused his already stiffened member to throb. It would be so easy to push her on to her back and push her kimonos up right now and relieve the pressure between his legs. But that would be wrong, she was asleep, she couldn't consent in her sleep. But had he already done it?

He placed his hand on her hip and ran it own her thigh, the fabric was smooth against her leg. Chances were that hadn't happened, a drunken person likely wouldn't think to smooth down her kimonos afterwards.

Carefully, very carefully he eased his arm out from under her and propped himself up to look at her, and himself. He was half dressed, his hakama were around his ankles, but loosely tied. Her kimonos were no more mussed than a night's sleep would account for. She had a brilliant purple bruise on her forehead, how did she do that? It looked painful.

A moment later he froze in shock as he realized he was licking her bruised forehead. He looked at her face, she was still asleep. His impulsive action hadn't woken her. Her messy hair sparkled in the morning light. Her painted lips were parted and he was gripped with a desire to kiss them. A drop of drool sparkled at the corner of her mouth then twinkled like a star as it fell to the wet spot below her cheek.

She made a soft sound and cuddled closer. Soon she would awaken, it would not be good for her to awaken with him half naked and clearly aroused in the same bed. He stood, pulling his hakama up as he did so, and his stomach turned. He stepped around her and made his way outside to his private garden before his stomach contents came up. This was going to be a bad day.

He wandered over to a weeping cherry tree and leaned his forehead against the trunk as he relieved himself. A ladybug landed on a bush nearby and a thought came to him. It was juvenile, very juvenile. He pinched off the stream and watched the bug. It took flight and he knocked it out of the air and continued to relieve himself as the piss drenched beetle crawled meekly away.

He shook himself dry and walked back inside, sitting next to the futon to wait for her to wake up. She muttered something in her own tongue and stretched then slowly opened her eyes, blinking. He saw confusion form on her face, it was unusual for her to see him in any color but white, or to wake inside. She turned her head to look up at the ceiling, her eyes roamed the room and landed on him again.

"Sesshomaru, what you doing here?" She asked pushing herself to a sitting position and rubbing her eyes.

"We are in my chambers." He replied softly. Without thinking her reached out to brush her hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek.

"Your chambers? Why... Why I in here? What happen last night? We... We not..."

"I awoke to find you completely dressed. We both became inebriated last night, I believe we simply passed out. I was hoping you might remember more than I."

"I sorry, I not remember much after drink. At least we wake up dressed."

"You woke up dressed." Sesshomaru corrected looking uncomfortable. "I am afraid I awoke partially disrobed."

"Oh." She turned red and also looked uncomfortable then asked "What part missing?"

"My hakama was around my legs instead of my waist. It was tied but loosely so the likelihood is that is just fell down."

She nodded but he noticed she was working her mouth like she was trying to taste something. Then she held up her hand and breathed into her palm to smell it, checking her breath. What was that about. She nodded again "Nothing happen, I think."

Then Sesshomaru heard a rap on her door across the hall and a servant called "Merissasama." She knocked on the frame a second time. "Merissasama, we brought your breakfast."

A moment later Sesshomaru heard the sound of the door being slid open and the servant told someone "She's not in here."

"She's not? But where would she go this early?" A second servant asked.

"I don't know, but I can barely smell her in here and her bed looks like it hasn't even been slept in."

"Perhaps our lord will know where she went?" Then he heard a knock on his own door frame and he froze, she couldn't be discovered in his bed!

She knocked again. "My lord? My lord are you there?"

He and Melissa both jumped to their feet. Melissa tried to get away from his futon but her feet became tangled in the bedding and she fell. Sesshomaru caught her in his arms and pulled her to his chest.

"He must be gone too. Well we're here, we might as well clean up." She slid open the door and saw her lord and his female guest in each other's arms. Her eyes went wide and the other servant peeked at them over her shoulder.

Both of them looked down, "We are so sorry my lord, we didn't mean to interrupt! We thought you had gone! We were sent by the Lady of the house to bring her breakfast."

One was carrying a small table, the other a tray of food. His mother had sent to two biggest gossips in the palace? What was she playing at?

"You are interrupting nothing. Melissa is merely accident prone."

"You are very kind to catch her, my lord." She replied, glancing at Melissa's feet, still tangled in the bedding. "Will she be eating in here or across the hall?"

"It matter's not." He replied dismissively.

The two debated quietly for a moment then stepped into the room. The servant carrying the table set it down and while the other arranged food on it she approached Sesshomaru with her eyes lowered and bowed deeply. "If you are finished with your bedding my lord..."

He nodded, not giving her a chance to finish then led Melissa toward her table.

"I not think I can eat, Sesshomaru." She whispered.

"Try." He told her. He glanced over at the servant just as she found The golden comb that had held Melissa's hair in place among his bedding. The two servants exchanged a glance as they both cleared away his bedding, checking carefully for stains before rolling it to be stored.

Melissa managed to eat a bite of rice and take a sip of miso with no problem. Then she tried to eat a bite of some sort of pickled cabbage dish but halfway to her mouth the smell hit her nose like a bomb. In her hung over state it was to much and she shot to her feet with her hand over her mouth. Sesshomaru grabbed her and led her outside to puke as the servants exchanged a grin, not knowing how much they'd drank the night before.

After She finishd puking she tried to ask Sesshomaru where she could go to pee. Unfortunately, like the night before, she didn't know how. But like his mother, Sesshomaru was quite intelligent. There was one part of her usual morning routine she hadn't taken care of yet. "This is my private garden. If you need to urinate you may do so here. Come inside when you are ready."

He left her alone and she looked around. She spotted a clump of daylilies and squatted behind them as she hiked up all the kimonos. She finished her business and stepped away before letting her kimonos down so they wouldn't trail in her piddle puddle. As she reentered the building a twice unfortunate bug crawled off in search of a better hiding place.

When Sesshomaru re-entered his chambers the servants had finished and taken the offensive cabbage dish with them. He could hear them in the hall.

"How far along do you think she is?"

"Not far, she still seems to have morning sickness and isn't showing yet."

"Oh the pup is going to be so cute! Who do you think it'll look like?"

Well Bokuseno had told him rumor was he'd impregnated her. This would just fuel those rumors. When she didn't bare a puppy would they realize the rumors were false, or simply believe she'd suffered a miscarriage? Or would they believe he'd beaten the child out of her?

He frowned at the thought, he might be a monster but he could never do such a thing. He would never kill his own child or raise a hand to the woman he loved. His breath caught again, he... he loved her? No, no, he was simply fond of her as a close friend. That's all, she was his friend. It didn't matter anyway, nothing could happen unless she returned his feelings.

She smiled at him as she reentered the building and sat back down at the little table. That beautiful smile. He sat down across from her as she picked at her rice and simply looked at her. She was a stunning creature, so what if she was human? Had his own brother not proven that a hanyou could be as powerful as a daiyoukai? And Inuyasha was never given proper training.

"Sesshomaru?" She asked, feeling his eyes on here. "What is wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He continued to watch her. She stared back at him. "Melissa, I do not believe anything happened last night between us. But if it did, and you become pregnant, I want you to know I will do right by you and our child."

She gave him a sad smile, "Sesshomaru, I not able."

"I had forgotten." He kept forgetting she was barren. She could never have his child. And she deserved one.

"Nothing happen. I would know."

"How?"

"Do you have condoms?"

"What is a condoms?"

"Fit over man dingaling, catch what come out. If not have condoms would I feel it.

"A dinguaringu is a penis?"

"Yes."

"No, I do not have condoms."