Needless to say, Inuyasha was impressed. Very impressed. He had spent his off hours during the last three days watching the footage Kagome had provided him about the Shikon no Tama. He had come to the conclusion that she was good at what she did. The camerawork itself was phenomenal, but that was nothing compared to her interviewing skills. He had to wonder why she chose to be a videographer rather than a reporter, as it seemed she was able to make anybody open it. Her interviewing skills seemed to match him, and she certainly followed the same pattern.
She started out slow, asking the easy questions, allowing the subject to become comfortable in front of the camera, occasionally allowing herself to joke around with the subject. It seemed that within a few minutes of the interview, the subject had forgotten they were in front of the camera. That's when she pushed for the harder questions, the questions that helped provide the answers she needed. It was no wonder she knew where to look in the geneology of Midoriko. She had obviously received direction from numerous sources she interviewed. He couldn't help but feel a bit of pride knowing she'd do well in an interrogation room, that is if she was doing the interrogation. She'd make a good partner to do the good cop/bad cop routine with. He looked over at her and saw her working away on the laptop, with one hand holding pen as she scribbled notes onto a pad of paper next to her.
Her work ethic impressed him as well. There were very few people who would work from morning to late night, everyday without complaint. She told him once she just wanted her life back and she was willing to work hard to get it back. He figured there was more to it than that. This gave her the perfect opportunity to work uninterrupted on her documentary. This was why he didn't tell her that her research could be considered evidence and confiscated. He was going to do his best to gather enough evidence outside of her work so as not to take hers.
"I need a printer," Kagome broke the silence.
"What kind?" he asked, trying to set his mind toward business again, and not the female sitting across the room from him.
"Preferably a colour laser. I've been meaning to get one for myself, so I have no problem giving you my bank card for the money, but I need to see something in this picture close up, and seeing on a computer screen just isn't the same as under a magnifying glass."
"I can't get money out of your bank account, and you can't use your credit cards. Naraku is probably monitoring them and will have men surrounding your location within two minutes of use, that's if he doesn't already have somebody there."
He watched as she laid her head in defeat against the table. In the past five days he had never seen her look anything but determined. He hated himself for making her upset, it was certainly never his intention.
"When is this going to end?" she mumbled against the table. "I hate hiding, I hate being unable to come and go as I please, how much longer until we catch him?"
Inuyasha placed his hand on her shoulder in comfort. "Come on, we can take a night off and just shoot the shit. I've got a ton of movies, a fridge full of beer, or if you're interested, we can have a few rounds on the pool table in the basement. You probably need a break from all of the work anyway."
She smiled at him gratefully, and he didn't know why, but it set his stomach all a stir. "Thanks Yash. I'll get everything done tomorrow. I'm this close on figuring out the geneology. I've tracked it down to the early 1900s, the rest should be a breeze." She walked to the fridge and grabbed several bottles of beer. "I vote for the pool table. After spending days in front of a screen, whether it be computer or television, I don't feel like watching a movie."
"Pool it is, but I should warn you Kagome, I used to play pool for money in school and needless to say, I always won." He took a few beers from her arms and led her to the basement.
"Like I'm scared," she retorted. She opened two beers while Inuyasha walked to the back wall of the basement and opened a large cupboard, pulling out two pool cues and some chalk.
"You should be scared. By the end of the night you'll be begging me to put you out of your misery." He smirked and handed her a cue.
"I should let you know that I played a lot of pool too while in school. It was good practice at setting up angles. You've got some tough competition boy." She filled the triangle with the different coloured balls and lined them up on the table. "Do you want to break, or shall I?" she asked.
"Go ahead," he took a swig of his bear. "You may as well go first because once I start, you won't get a chance to shoot at anything again." He stood at the sidelines and watched as she leaned over with her pool cue, sticking her pert little ass into the air. He took another swig of his beer as he felt the butterflies in his stomach act up again. What was it about this girl? She was fearless, she knew how to work hard and she obviously knew how to play hard. There were very few women out there who would challenge him to a game of pool, and those who did usually used it as an excuse to him to give them a one on one lesson of the game, usually with a lot of close contact, whether he desired it or not.
He had to admit she was good, though. Beyond good as she sank the first two balls and continued to aim for the solids. Better than he expected most definitely. He looked at her as she was leaning over the table, aiming for her fourth solid, and stopped breathing. Nevermind how good her game was, her game didn't need to be good seeing as she had the art of distraction down, whether she knew it or not. He couldn't claim her shirt was low cut, but bent over, she certainly provided a view. "Damn," he muttered under his breath.
He had his reprieve when she missed the shot and stood back and pouted. Unfortunately, that pout put other thoughts into his head. "Your turn," she shrugged and turned around to polish off the last of her beer.
He opened a second and handed it to her. "All right, little girl, now it's time to see how pool is really played," and he set up his shot. He knew he was distracted when only two of the striped balls fell into pockets. Three should have gone in, but he wasn't about admit that.
"Not bad, Yash," she raised her eyebrow. "You've got potential."
"Potential my ass. What I've got is skill. Watch and learn," he retorted. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he heard her open a third beer. "Taking advantage of the free beer?" he commented as he took his shot and sunk another ball.
"Of course," and he watched as she chugged half the bottle down.
"You better watch it, you'll be drunk in no time."
"That's the intention," she confirmed. "Beer is good, it lowers your inhibitions."
And what would you need to lower your inhibitions for? He didn't realize that he asked the question aloud until she answered.
"To do this," and before he knew it, she had pushed him on the table and lowered her lips to his. He groaned at the contact, at the electric shock that occurred the moment her lips touched his. Urgently he responded, throwing his cue stick to the floor and grabbing her hips to pull her closer. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, as one massaged her waistline, while the other massaged her moist cavern. He felt her shiver in delight and it only urged him on more.
He couldn't remember ever tasting anything so sweet, so alluring, so addictive. Watching her for the past several days he knew she had the potential to be a fantastic lover. She was spirited, and it seemed as if nothing could break it. She was facing circumstances that would make any woman crumble within minutes, but not only did she not crumble, but she seemed to be thriving on the adreneline caused by the situation. He had never seen a person work so hard on a single project before.
She moaned against his mouth and moved her hands to run through his hair, and he nearly purred with each stroke. Each time a finger would touch his scalp it left a path of fire, and it left him wanting more.
He managed to separate from her for a minute, knowing that if he didn't try now, he wouldn't try again later on. He was too caught up in the sensations and emotions of the minute and reality was slowly slipping through his fingers.
"Kags," he breathed as he quickly pulled away. "You're drunk. I don't want to take advantage of this."
He barely had a moment to catch his breath before she was on him again. "I think I'm the one taking advantage of you," she said before diving for his mouth again. The moment she pressed her body against his, all rational thought left his head and instinct took over.
He ran his hands all over her, nearly tearing her shirt off in the process. Slipping his hands under her bra, he thought he was in heaven as skin met skin. He could feel the spark, the shock of it all at first contact, he was addicted.
The heat was emanating off her in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine. Alcohol or no alcohol in her system, he had to have her.
Immediately.
His control snapped and within seconds he had the both of them stripped and he was inside her, a need for completion clawing at them both.
His mouth trailed down her neck, tasting and savouring the saltiness of her skin before returning to her mouth, ravishing it and nipping and sucking on her lower lip.
Her hands wouldn't stop moving, grabbing his ass and urging him on. Her hips moved and bucked along with him. She was possessed by him in a way she swore no man would ever possess her, and she savoured it, craved it and never wanted it to end.
He pushed her further into the table, speeding up and acting with an urgency he had never felt before. He was close, and knew she was too, he could feel the fire building up to an intensity he had never experienced before. Within moments she was writing underneath him, screaming into his mouth, as he grasped her hips and slammed into her one last time, losing himself in the process.