No you didn't have to stoop so low
Fuck it, he needed release. That dress, those legs, she teased him and left him dry, bitch.
He looked around the club, he was going to find the best looking one there and take her home.
He found a pink haired idiot, but she had legs, a pretty face and hips.
He didn't take her bent over either. He didn't let her dominate, and he didn't take her home, but to a hotel. His home still smelled like Kagome, though it was faded.
He took her to a hotel and made her get on her knees in the shower. It wasn't nice, it wasn't pleasuring. It was pure anger, pure demonic, forced.
But she took to it like a true demoness and his seed spilled down the drain. What a waste.
He let her stay, he didn't sleep.
She wanted to act like this, fine. If she wanted nothing to do with him, fine. If what they didn't even have in the first place was over, fine. He was not about to let her win, he had been stuck on her and it needed to stop.
He was fucking Sesshomaru, demon lord of the West, son of the great and terrible Lord Inu no Taisho, Son of the fucking moon palace.
Who was she?
He went to work the next day 2 hours before she got there and dragged the damn pink hair demoness with him. That desk was just a stupid reminder. He cleared it, dropped his pants and she hit her knees. He would rid himself of the memory and replace it with the idiot. He had to rid her heat scent from this room.
Life hated him, because it was that day she decided to come in early.
She walked in, stopped, dropped her eyes and walked right back out.
He pulled the stupid girl off him "Leave, do not come back."
She did and he sat there.
What had he done? Acted like his brother, the one he called a fool. He threw caution to the wind bringing the stupid chick there, but he wanted the smell of her gone. The memory that haunted him and seemed to control him gone, he was Sesshomaru, he did what he wanted when he wanted!
How did he let her get so far inside his head?
Kagome sat at her desk in disbelief. Knowing he had sex with someone other than her was bad enough, even if it was his right, but seeing that in there, against that desk?
At least she wasn't bent over it!
But what did she think would happen? She broke whatever they had between them off, so he had free will. This pain, yet again, was her fault.
The girl came running out and Kagome closed her eyes.
She couldn't do this after all.
Call her childish or a fool, she couldn't.
She loved him, it wasn't fair to her.
He didn't love her, it wasn't fair to him.
The push was just a push now,
The low just a low.
She stood, her tears fell, she could not do this.
"Kagome"
He stood in his doorway, his voice softer.
"You-you didn't have to stoop so low!" She cried "You didn't" Finally, it was all coming out; her pain, her tears, for him to see. He won, yet again.
She felt sick, literally sick like she could throw up. She could not breathe. All he could do was stand there.
She moved to leave and he moved to stop her. His hand grabbed hers and she let out a painful cry, those hands were her hands, but they touched someone else.
They were not hers, he was not hers, he never was, he never claimed to be.
This was her own fault.
She pulled away, her eyes met his, and then she left.
He didn't do it to hurt her, but to forget her, or her touch rather.
Didn't she know tactics like that were below him?
He didn't do it to hurt her.
But she was hurt and he had hurt her.