FUTURE DANCING
Kagome was only a little tipsy when she made her way over to Sesshoumaru. She sat beside him, hugging her knees against her chest, and followed his line of sight to Rin.
"Pretty nice vantage point. I hope someone's dancing isn't upsetting you too much..."
"I am afraid it has. You dance very unusually, Miko. This One has never seen anything quite like it," he deadpanned. She didn't miss a beat.
"And you won't again for about 500 years. I'm way ahead of my time."
"That is a very disturbing notion."
"Whatever. You know I've got moves. Come on, I'll show you..." She stood then, facing him expectantly. But he remained seated.
The demon lord was an imposing figure; an unavoidable force. When he had joined their group, it had made for an uncomfortable scene. At first.
He toned down his cruelty and mockery, for the most part. But it had been hard for them to toe the line between the regard and respect one such as he with all his power deserved, with the sternness needed to relay to him that they were a team. They wouldn't be ordered around or talked down to, as they all added value to their cause.
But they couldn't deny that he was the strongest, with the best mind for strategy and battle. He had naturally fell into the role of leader, but it wasn't his call. It was all of theirs. There was no room for ego with the jewel at stake, and Sesshoumaru had more experience and success than the rest of them put together.
Before long, they had grown comfortable with each other enough to make living side by side tolerable. Dare she say it, maybe even preferable. She came to pick up his idiosyncrasies after a time, and was surprised to find that he was actually a pretty cool guy. He was rational and fair, and if you listened hard enough, even hilarious. The others had thought she had gone mad when she started bursting with laughter at his monotone comments, but once they caught on, had started to enjoy them as well.
He became more considerate with their feelings, and attentive to their needs. And once he started treating them like people instead of ants under his boot, the respect and regard came organically. She knew he would be leaving them soon, going back to the West where he belonged; and she couldn't deny that she would miss him. She wondered if he would allow her to visit...
"Surely you jest."
"Not at all."
"Absolutely not."
"Come on, dance with me." Didn't he ever have fun? He couldn't have been born with a stuffed shirt. One day, she would wear him down.
"Miko. I am a feared and respected lord who oversees the well-being of millions. And do you know why?"
She shook her head.
"Because I am feared and respected. Attributes I cannot hope to retain once I am seen making a fool of myself alongside a... unique miko such as yourself." There it was again. That imperceptible playfulness she had come to love. She would mock offense again.
"Is that so?"
"Indeed. Surely someone with your compassion would not want to be responsible for the harm that would come if This Sesshoumaru were unable to rule effectively. Think of the lives lost."
She knew he was teasing her. But she couldn't help but think of how much damage his absence could really cause this Japan. Or even hers in the future. She doubted he would lose any clout dancing, but still... "We can't have that. What a shame."
"Fret not, Miko. It seems you have no shortage of dance partners this night. Several young men seem eager to share company with the Shikon Miko who killed Naraku," She supposed that was her title now. "Or perhaps they really do appreciate your future's take on dancing."
"It's both. That's why I was kinda hoping for a deterrent." Some of the boys, in drinking, were starting to become handsy.
He took another long swig off of his bottle. Seeing that, she reached for it, but he pulled it away from her grasp. "Let me have a sip!"
"I think not."
"I know it must be good if you're drinking it."
"Hn. Quite." He took another sip.
"I wanna try..."
"One glass of this would get most demons fairly drunk," he informed her. "One sip would see you blacked out at best. Then, This One would have to spend the rest of the night chasing off all of your potential suitors while you are in such a state. That is not how I would like to celebrate Naraku's death." She pouted, but conceded. It was almost sweet of him.
She regarded him for a moment as he took another drink. "Inuyasha told me about the offer you made him and Miroku. That was very generous of you."
He gave her the side eye. "It was not. It was entirely selfish. They are needed in the West. It is my hope that they accept." He really had changed since he first tried to kill her. Inuyasha was finally getting the big brother he always needed. She smiled at the thought.
He wasn't looking at her when he decided to inform her, "I should hope that it goes without saying that my offer extends to you."
She never really considered that she would need an invitation. If she were to move to the Western Lands, she hadn't expected him to ask her to leave. But he offered more than that- a room in his fortress. A place in his house. The others were expected to help him lead the front for the future that he now envisioned. The one that his father had inadvertently started but couldn't see through.
With Naraku gone, he would rule as he saw fit. And he was going to use his power and influence to bring humans and demons together, kicking and screaming. It would be an arduous task, but not impossible. Nothing ever was for him.
She did wonder why he would bother taking up such a cause. Perhaps while chasing their shared nemesis, he realized it had to be that way. They had to work together to bring down the true evils of the world.
And maybe, he found he didn't mind her race so much anymore. Still, she wasn't sure what part she could possibly play. She got rid of the jewel. Her job was done. What else did she have to offer?
"What would I do in the Western Lands?" was simply being there enough? Did he just need a few tolerable humans to act as figureheads? To vouch for him to the rest of humanity?
"What would you like to do? You are educated. Have battle experience. The possibilities are endless." She was unusual. Even for a human. Her lack of prejudice was rare, and required for his success. She made friends easily with humans she had encountered, and there was something about her that seemed to attract demons as well. Whatever it was, if he could bottle it up, his job would be much easier.
What did she want? She seemed to be getting that question a lot lately. As nice as it was to be considered, now wasn't the time to think on it. She was having fun.
"Jaken? Will you join me for a dance?" That caught him off guard.
"With the Shikon Miko? How could I resist?" Almost forgetting himself in his slightly inebriated state, he corrected, "That is, if Lord Sessh-"
"Enjoy yourself, Jaken. Just do not forget- you are representing the West out there." Translation: Please don't make an ass of yourself.
"Hai, My Lord." Jaken offered his arm to Kagome, who had to lean down to accept it. And then there were two. Or three heads...whatever.
Sesshoumaru emptied some of his bottle into his cupped hand and offered it to Un, who slurped it up. He repeated the gesture with Ah who made quick work of it, before finishing the bottle himself. "It seems our Jaken is taken with her," he mused to the dragon, who snickered.
He felt warm and loose from the drink, and for a moment he wondered if the human lord had poisoned him. 'I suppose technically...' as alcohol was a poison. At that moment he saw Rin's dance partner slide his hands lower on her hips, and he immediately stood.
Sesshoumaru made a beeline for the dance floor with murder in his eyes. But before he got to her, he turned to Shippo, who was dancing with a group of boys.
"Dance with Rin."
"Huh?" The tall demon put his hand to Shippo's back and guided him towards where Rin was dancing.
"You will keep your hands above the shoulders." He instructed quietly enough so only he would hear.
"Oh, uh...okay-" resistance was clearly futile.
"Rin, you remember Shippo." That was weird.
"Of course, My Lord!" she responded, excited to have his attention. "I want you to meet-" she tried to gesture to her dance partner, but Sesshoumaru cut her off.
"Shippo wants to dance with you." He pushed the kit towards her, and leaned down to whisper into the other boy's ear. The boy immediately turned white, and then ran off as fast as he could.
"What-" she started to ask, but the boy was long gone. "Oh, hi Shippo! Uh, sure! Let's dance!" Man, could that kid roll with the punches. In that moment Sesshoumaru was happy his young ward never questioned her lord. And she was fond of the kit, so no harm done.
As she turned her back on Sesshoumaru to dance, he made eye contact with Shippo. He used his two clawed fingers to point into his own eyes, and then to the fox demon. His hands were only on Rin's shoulders, but he removed them all together just to be safe. So they danced without touching. Seeming pleased with himself, Sesshoumaru turned to the rest of the dance floor.
The chorus and instruments began a slow but lively tune. Inuyasha and Kikyo began to dance closer, and Miroku and Sango did as well. Sesshoumaru's eyes widened noticeably when he spotted Jaken tearing it up with two human women...and they weren't half-bad looking! He almost laughed to himself.
Kagome was alone, but facing her friends, swaying to the beat. It seemed that most of the village had gotten up to dance to the hypnotic song. The demon sake had combined with the newfound careless relief he had felt throughout the day, and it had him moving toward her.
He came up behind her, only inches away but not touching. When she realized he was there, she didn't seem surprised. Just happy. He was bending his knees to be closer to her, his rhythm graceful but subtle. His arms bent and lifted to shoulder height, hovering over her. She swayed her hips and leaned back toward him.
The others noticed him and smiled and gestured at him, still dancing. He regarded them for a moment before looking down at Kagome. This woman had killed Naraku, and he was thankful. She turned her head to look at him and smiled. She had never seen him look so free, as he had been progressively doing throughout this day. She doubted he ever had been.
She then realized this is the first time they had all been without a care in the world. Things were good. It couldn't always be that way, but it was tonight. They deserved to celebrate.
Inuyasha and Kikyo were facing each other, kissing and lightly grinding. They were still in a euphoric haze from the earlier mating, and it was actually surprising that they weren't already back in their room enjoying their 'honeymoon.' Miroku and Sango made their way to the side to sit and watch the show.
Feeling bold, Kagome leaned back and brushed Sesshoumaru's thigh with her hand. This caused him to put a hand around her hip, and drew her slightly closer. Her light touch on his thigh turned into a grab. When he hooked his other arm loosely around her collarbone, she turned her head and looked up at him. He took that opportunity to crane his neck and place an opened mouthed kiss on her shoulder, followed by two more kisses on his way up her neck. As he did so, she reached her hand up and grabbed the hair at the back of his head, encouraging.
He had only intended on making his gesture friendly, though it hadn't really come off that way. They turned forward again and kept dancing, her back pressed to him now. Inuyasha and Kikyo still danced together, but faced Kagome and Sesshoumaru so that they were almost all dancing together.
Holding Sango tight in his lap on the sidelines, Miroku leaned in and said, "There's something you don't see every day."
"I know. Who knew Sesshoumaru had moves off the battlefield?" They couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
"I hope he dances at our wedding." A loving kiss preceded a longing gaze at one another, and then back to the dancers.
"Want to go back out there?" he asked her.
"No. I want to go back to our room..." Our room. He could get used to that.
"As you wish, my dear." And with that, they left.
It wasn't long before Inuyasha and his new mate followed suit. They bid the other two good night, and headed for their bed. Sesshoumaru and Kagome kept dancing, except when the others left, they finally turned to face each other. Kagome's advanced dancing skills had their bodies extremely close, and his handsome features became impossible to ignore.
Of course she had always considered him attractive, in a superficial way. His cold demeanor had prevented her from ever considering him other than that. By the time she had come to realize he wasn't entirely the ruthless jerk he appeared, he was already in the 'ally zone.' Even if she had considered him subconsciously, he was nothing less than untouchable.
'Not anymore.'
He knew he'd had a lot to drink, but he wasn't too far gone. He could resist her enticing movements; the rolling of her hips against his own. The encouraging strokes at the back of his neck. The careless freedom she flaunted and reveled in. He could resist, but what would be the point? Just to do it? Just to prove to himself that he could deny her? That's what he would have done in the past. But when his hand at her hip pressed her somehow closer to him, and she looked into his eyes, she seemed to be daring him to proceed.
When he went in for a deep kiss, she met him halfway, but didn't stop dancing. Tongues met and triggered a sizzling of powers. Polar opposite, and born in each of them with the purpose of subduing the other, they fought to overcome in an act that only succeeded in heightening the sensation. It was a dangerous thrill that neither had even seemed to consider, and were excited to continue.
When the kissing was becoming more heated, he decided enough was enough. It was clear to both where this was going. As he picked her up bridal style, she began kissing all over his neck and throat; trying to pull it closer to her mouth with her hands, but leaving no marks. It was then he had a moment of clarity.
"Jaken!" his commanding tone was effortless. The toad turned from his dance partners in immediate attention. If the sight of the miko all over his lord had surprised him, he didn't show it. He knew better than to react to Sesshoumaru with anything other than obedience. His eyes were trained on his lord's face. "When the children tire, take them both to This One's room. Protect them until I return. I shall see the miko safely back to her quarters."
Jaken read between the lines. 'Don't wait up.' He nodded and watched his lord escort the very amorous miko off the floor, before being pulled back in the mix.
Sesshoumaru momentarily wondered if the others would hear them, but upon arriving to open the miko's door, he realized he would be the furthest thing from their minds. His demon hearing could pick up very clearly what was currently taking place in the other rooms. Inuyasha and Kikyo's room was next to Kagome's on one side, and his was on the other. Any with demon blood would hear, and probably even scent them.
The monk and slayer were on the other side of Inuyasha's room, so they probably wouldn't, though they most likely had an idea. He wasn't exactly subtle on the dance floor. Neither was the miko, for that matter.
As soon as her bedroom door closed behind them, he let her stand; and she pulled him right back in for a very thorough kiss. Her hands went to untie his obi, while he forced her to walk backward toward her futon.
She'd gotten his haori off and sat back on her bed, anxious that he join her. A topless demon lord provided a feast for her eyes. The lean definition of his arms and his abs had her licking her lips and aching to touch. Following her down onto his knees, he pulled her in for another kiss.
He was eager to have her, but not so much that he would rush it through. This was a first for him, and he felt a need to keep somewhat focused. She wasn't making it easy, though. Her need for him seemed almost inpatient, and he wanted to appease her.
He used his large hand to push her to lay back, just below the collarbone. Only one hand was needed to undo the top button and pull the fabric away, and he began kissing the newly exposed flesh above her cleavage. She didn't prevent the whimper that escaped her lips at the contact, and she began throbbing in anticipation.
He reached up and pulled her sleeves down her arms, and waited until her chest was bare before touching her breasts with his hands and mouth. She moaned to show her pleasure and offer encouragement, and he rewarded her by licking and sucking on her hardened nipples. She wove her fingers through the hairs at his neck as he lavished more attention there. Kissing down her abdomen, he slid the material down past her hips before ridding her of it completely.
The scent of her arousal caused his eyes to tinge red. He was painfully hard and exerting a great deal of his self-control to keep his steady pace. The lack of pubic hair startled him briefly, until he noticed the hair had been shaven on closer inspection. He would ask her about it at another time, but for the time being, rubbed his face on her and enjoyed the smooth sensation.
One hand splayed below her navel and the other resting on her inner thigh, he gently but firmly licked her clit. Her skin was smooth as velvet and a pleasure to his taste buds. She arched her back and moaned as he drew startled gaps from her lips, and her reiki crackled against his youki in delicious sin that was nearly her undoing. He took his time to trace her entrance with his long, soft tongue, but kept seeming to find himself back up to the tender nub.
She quietly mouthed words he'd never thought he'd hear her say. And screamed words he, frankly, had never heard anyone say. She must be ahead of her time in even this activity. The thought had his blood roaring and he crawled his way back up her shapely form. He held himself up with one hand, their lips and inch apart.
Both their mouths open slightly, panting into each other, he hovered there for a moment before descending to her mouth to find her tongue with his again. He was swimming in her taste and scent as he used his free hand to remove himself his hakama, pulling them down just enough. She used her legs and feet to pull them down the rest of the way, until he could kick them off.
He leaned forward on his knees, and stared into her eyes as he lined himself up at her welcoming heat. She looked up at him encouragingly. One hand behind his neck and the other grasping his shoulder, she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips. His cock throbbed at the contact. 'Here goes nothing.'
She was ready. They both were. He closed his eyes with pleasure as he pushed his head in. It was that crackling energy again tenfold. She was so hot, and so tight, and squeezing around him wonderfully. He continued slowly. Relishing.
He would stop every few inches, then slightly withdraw. Getting her used to his size in increments. Finally, she was so wet, he could slide all the way in. He got a few full pumps in before ravishing her lips, and then he pushed his sculpted torso away from her to give him the leverage he needed to use his demon speed.
He grabbed her hip and her thigh, and fucked her completely; and she could do nothing but react. He felt incredible, hitting her spots with such precision that she figured a female demon's anatomy couldn't be very different than hers. He was way too in tuned to her body and its needs. She had intended to participate in the act they were engaging in, but there was no way to keep up with him; and she could hardly form a thought clear enough to care. All she could do was lay back and let him take care of them.
Gods she was vocal. He had no idea human women made such wonton sounds. Wondered if they all did, or just her. She was so reactive, so sensitive to his touch. He never failed to get positive feedback from females in his bed, but he had to admit that it stroked his ego to have such high praise be endlessly bestowed on him his first time out with a human.
He never thought he would be in such a position. There was a time when he would have sooner ended his own life than even entertain the thought of bedding a human. What a fool he had been. He had been so wrapped up in his pride, so comfortable on his high horse. Being knocked so brutally from it by this alluring miko was a blessing. He felt like a better demon already, and made to see to thanking her properly.
As she reached her peak, he could only recognize his name among the flurry of words he tore from her throat. But he wasn't done with her yet. As soon as she came down, he flipped her on all fours and pounded her relentlessly from behind. That was when she really dropped her filter.
He couldn't believe this sweet little miko had these words in her arsenal, let alone actually used them. And it only drove him on. His first moves had been for her. She was kind enough to invite him into her warm, welcoming heat. The least he could do was please her in the manner preferred by human females. Not that he knew from experience.
His father wasn't particularly crude. 'Perhaps he thought he was doing This One a favor by imparting how he pleased his human mate; in case I would ever need such information.' At the time, the gesture was unappreciated. 'I never thought that it would prove useful. However I, Sesshoumaru, am certain I would have figured it out myself. I am a very quick study.'
Her pleads for more of him drug him from his musings. 'Speaking of which...' She was pretty quick on the uptake herself. Before was for her, but this- this was for him. This was the manner in which a dog demon rutted his bitch. He was happy she seemed to enjoy it as well. 'Hn. Immensely...Good.'
When she came this time, with all that beautiful filth spewing from her lips, he let himself fall with her. He thrust into her wildly until the very last second. Eyes were glowing red and youki swelled as he approached the sensation that he hadn't let himself feel in far too long. Keeping her in place with one hand on her hip, he pulled himself out with the other. He held his member down on the small of her back until the evidence of his satisfaction became apparent.
He came harder than he expected. It would have been startling if it hadn't felt so damn good. He wasn't sure if it was because of the sex, or that it had been so long since he'd had it, but it was almost as if he had forgotten what carnal pleasure had felt like. He decided he probably shouldn't deprive himself so long in the future.
He looked around for something to clean her off with, and settled for a cloth she brought from the future to wash her face. He would buy her a new one.
He would have preferred to finish inside her, but she seemed very fertile. And he was definitely very male. Inuyasha himself was proof that such a thing was certainly possible, and he was sure she would appreciate his actions, even though she didn't mention it.
They didn't go to sleep right after, though it had been a long fucking day. He spooned her tight to him and nestled in her hair before kissing her neck. She hummed in contentment.
"Sesshoumaru?"
"Hn."
"I'm not very drunk. I'm a little tipsy, but I've been in control all night." She didn't know why she needed him to know that, but she did.
"This One is aware." As if he would take her when she didn't know herself. He was almost offended.
"...and you seem pretty in control. I mean, you always are, but...all things considered..." Ah. That was it. She was worried he would consider this a lapse in his own judgement. A mistake.
"Miko."
"Yes?" She was insecure. Even now.
"This One's inhibitions have lowered," she tensed slightly until he continued, "It has been so since the battle. The demon sake may have amplified things, but as always, I have been in control every moment." She released a breath at this.
"And if I thought you were not; I would not have brought you here."
"Oh…Then I'm glad I was."
Morning came late the next day for the small village. It seemed that everyone was sleeping off a hangover.
Inuyasha and Kikyo were already up for breakfast when Miroku and Sango came to join them. "Man, can this town party or what?" The monk exclaimed, obviously in a great mood. He grabbed some food and took his seat. After eating a few bites, the then asked, "Has anyone seen Lord Sesshoumaru this morning?"
"No. Not since last night," answered Inuyasha, stuffing more food in his mouth.
"Strange, I wonder where he went to. I knocked on his door, but he didn't respond. He surely would have heard me, and it's not like him to dally in the mornings...Do you suppose he is alright?"
"Keh, I'm sure he's just fine."
"I would like to speak with him regarding his generous offer. I'll go try again..."
"Try all you want, he ain't in there." He hoped they would leave it at that. No such luck.
"Do you know where he is Inuyasha?" asked Sango, "Is he coming back?"
"I know where he is, but you better not bug him." The couple looked at him questioningly, and Inuyasha finally relented with a sigh. "He's in Kagome's room."
With concern, Sango wondered "Is she okay?"
"Oh, yeah... She sounded great last night. Probably a little sore, though."
"Inuyasha!" Kikyo tried to put an end to this, "We could hear Kagome... entertaining in her room last night," she admitted. Then she turned to Inuyasha, "But how do you know it was Sesshoumaru? She danced with a lot of cute guys last night..."
"I dunno. Prolly by the way she was moaning 'Oh, Sesshoumaru! Harder, Sesshoumaru! You're so good at fucking me, Sesshoumaru!' he tried out his Kagome impression.
Kikyo glared at her mate's antics, "She did not."
"Well, basically. Demon hearing, unfortunately."
Just then, Lord Hano appeared. There was a soldier with him, donning armor of the Western Lands. "Oh, is Lord Sesshoumaru still in his room? This young man says he has a message for him that is quite urgent."
"What do you want?" Inuyasha demanded.
"My message is for the Lord of the Western Lands, so you can tell me where he is!" Inuyasha was ready to go off on the punk, but Lord Hano interrupted.
"He must still be in his room. Come with me."
Lord Hano led the soldier back to the sleeping quarters as the others stared at each other trying to determine what to do. "Wait!" They scrambled to catch up to them. Miroku, ever the diplomat, spoke first.
"Uh, Lord Sesshoumaru is very tired...from killing Naraku and all! He doesn't want to be disturbed. You know how he can be, so you best not wake him!" he tried.
"Lord Sesshoumaru is the world's strongest demon. He doesn't need sleep like a weak mortal!" he spat. "Furthermore, there are matters in the Western Lands to which he must attend, and I don't want him turning his fury on me if I don't bring it to his attention. Off with you!"
They were almost hoping Sesshoumaru would unleash his rage at being disturbed on the rude soldier, but were worried about embarrassing their friend. Too late.
Lord Hano knocked on his door. "Lord Sesshoumaru? You have a visitor my lord." Nothing. He tried again. "Lord Sesshoumaru?" The soldier grew impatient and started banging. "Lord Sesshoumaru! It is Kai, sir! I have an urgent message from the Western Lands!"
At this the door swung open to reveal a very irritated Jaken. "What temerity you have to disrupt your lord so, soldier!"
"Master Jaken, where is Lord Sesshoumaru?"
"Not here, lucky for you! If he were, he would kill you where you stand for such a disturbance to-" at that moment, the door to the next room opened to find Sesshoumaru standing at the entrance wearing only his hakama. His hair was slightly amiss, but his stoic mask remained in place; cool as you please.
"Kai. This had better be good." Despite his calm demeanor, he was not pleased at being woken from the first night's rest he'd had in weeks. The West had better be burning down, for Kai's sake.
The soldier made his way to Sesshoumaru, "Hai, My Lord," he said with a bow. "I have urgent news from the West, perhaps I could-" he tried to enter his room, but Sesshoumaru didn't budge. Kai was confused as he looked at him, until he saw movement over his lord's shoulder. There in the bed, he saw a human miko sitting up, covering herself in Sesshoumaru's haori. This stopped the soldier in his tracks.
Sesshoumaru didn't take up with females often. The fact that she was human seemed downright blasphemous. If he were to make a list of things he would never see his lord doing, this would be right at the top next to conceding defeat, and groveling at Jaken's feet.
When he regained his senses, fear set in.
"M-m-my ap-pologies My Lord! I didn't know you were, uh-" Sesshoumaru leveled him with a look that promised death. "I-I will wait for you outside whenever you're ready to...I'll just be outside. Take your time...No rush." He barely managed to spit out. He wished he was just about anywhere else right now. His lord was going to murder him.
"Thank you, Kai. How gracious of you." The statement dripped with sarcasm, and the soldier couldn't leave fast enough. Sesshoumaru closed the door behind him as he stepped into the hallway.
"Jaken, see that Rin has breakfast, then prepare Ah-Un for departure. It seems we must take our leave."
"Hai, My Lord."
"What's going on, Sesshoumaru?" Inuyasha asked, a little annoyed that his mate was ogling his brothers half naked form. Miroku noticed his fiancé's eyes straying as well, and put a protective arm around her.
"This One is unsure. If he is here, however, it must be pressing."
"Are you coming back, Lord Sesshoumaru? Sango and I plan to be wed in three days-time. We were so hoping you would be in attendance."
"It appears I cannot. However, I wish you congratulations on the union."
Kagome exited her room, dressed in her own clothes. She had a blush on her cheeks as she handed Sesshoumaru his haori, and the others shared a look. 'Are you seeing this?!' Hegrabbed it from her gently as he spared her a warm glance.
They all expressed their disappointment in his leaving as he put on his garment, and wished him luck in his endeavors, whatever they were. He ensured that he would return, as the circumstances allowed it. For now, he had business to attend. Finishing the ties on his clothes, he turned to Kagome. She didn't need to ask; she would see him again.
"Miko, This One thanks you for your hospitality." He gave her a look that caused a fire to ignite inside her, though it would appear as his usual façade to anyone else.
"My pleasure." was her response, which caused Inuyasha to gag.
A/N:
The title of this story comes from the Kanye West song off of the College Dropout album. If you take out the rapping, the chorus is the song they are dancing to before the lemon.