Disclaimer: I wished I owned Sesshoumaru and Rin.

How to Fall in Love in Three Chapters

Summary:
He's the stoic, successful CEO of Tensaiga Inc. She's the bubbly owner of a little coffeehouse. Familiar plotlines, but different details. No drama, pure fluff. Meant as a cliché. Completely out of character, for the most part.

Chapter Two: The Memories from the Coffeehouse

Sesshoumaru sleepily rolled on to his side bumping into something. His amber eyes fluttered open. With heavy lids he looked at the object he bumped. He smiled as he watched her. He traced her jaw line. He lifted himself up; his eyes still on her, watching her breathe. He got off and went to the bathroom.

As he washed his hands, he splashed some water into his face. He grabbed Rin's pink hand towel and used it to wipe his face. Looking up to the mirror, he noticed that black. He ran his fingers through his hair.

"Well that's different." He admired his new hair. It was certainly different from how it was a week ago. Last week it was silver, long and flowy. Now, it was short and black, but you still wanted to run your fingers through them. He smirked at the reaction of his father and Inuyasha when he came home the night he trimmed fourteen inches off. Haha, he thought.

He peeked into the bedroom to see Rin had moved the covers over her. Smiling, he retreated back into the bathroom. Grabbing a towel from under the sink, he turned on the shower. His mind drifted to the brown haired woman he shared a bed with last night.

"You idiot." Sesshoumaru growled at the man driving. He had been sitting in the monk's car for nearly an hour and he was sure as hell convinced the two were lost. Fuck, if they lost this account, the monk was dead.

"We're lost aren't we?" Miroku gulped as he gripped the wheel tighter as he tried focusing on the unfamiliar road. 'Shit, where the hell are we?'

"Monk, answer me." Sesshoumaru spat deadly. Miroku glanced at his very intimating partner. Shit, he's so dead.

"We may be lost." Miroku whispered knowing the inu demon could hear him. He whispered his own death warrant.

"Pathetic." Sesshoumaru muttered. "Pull over this instance." Miroku obeyed in hopes that he would come home to Sango alive. Once the car stopped, Sesshoumaru pulled the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car, slamming his door shut. Miroku hastily followed him. Sesshoumaru's eyes scanned the area and he paced to the nearest shop:

Mint Cafe.

Upon entering, he noticed there was barely anyone there and no line. The inu stomped towards the girl in the cash register.

"Hello, how many I help you today?" The cheery girl smiled. The demon was not amused.

"Where is the P.F. Changs?"

"Um, I'm sorry?"

"Where is the P.F. Changs?"

"Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."

"I will not repeat myself."

"I'm sorry I just moved here." Sesshoumaru moved closer to the young girl.

"I said I am not going to repeat myself." He could see the fear flash through her eyes. His patietance was wearing thin.

"Is there a problem?" a voice came from behind the girl. Sesshoumaru backed up and stared at the voice bearer. It was a petite woman. She looked younger than the woman he was currently scaring. The small woman eyes showed no fear. Instead she smiled; she pulled the other woman back.

"It's okay Hitomi; I'll take it from here." The woman smiled. The other girl face's was flushed but she thanked her. The woman whispered into her eyes, and the girl made her way to the back.

"Hello, how many I help you?" The smiling woman greeted him.

"I want to speak to your manager."

"I am the manager." He stopped. Sesshoumaru Takahashi was never surprised, but this time he might a little. Just a teeny bit. A smidge if anything.

"May I help you?" She repeated herself.

"How old are you?" He asked. She looked up, folding her arms across her chest and bringing her index finger to her bottom lip.

"I am twenty-three. May I ask how old are you?"

"I do share personal information with people I don't know."

"I see. May I help you now?" She asked again with no hint of irritation in her voice.

"Where is the P.F. Changs?"

"Oh, that fancy restaurant?" He looked towards Miroku who stood behind him. Miroku nodded.

"That's on the other side of the town. It's about 45 minutes to an hour from here, depending on the traffic. Of course you have to pass Market Street and seeing how it's already 2 o'clock it's probably very busy." Sesshoumaru turned around and glared towards Miroku who was cowering in fear.

"But o course, there's a way you could easily avoid that by going a different route." She smiled at him once more.

"Sir, do you have a pen I could borrow?" Without a word, he pulled one out of his pocket and handed it to her. She smiled again. Surprisingly he did not find it annoying or fake as he usually would. Transfixed, he watched her write directions. He noticed how neat and spaced out her letters were. She looked up and smiled. He just nodded as she continued.

"This route should be faster than taking the main road, but if you encounter any problems on Forrest Drive, turn left instead of right and just follow the road until you hit Forrest Street and just continue from there." She handed him the paper. He nodded.

"Thank you," he thanked her before dragging the idiot and himself to the car. The two said nothing as Sesshoumaru slipped into the driver's seat. He buckled his seatbelt and was preparing to drive out of the area when there was tapping on Miroku's window. It was the woman and she was hold two beverages. Sesshoumaru rolled down the windows.

"Sorry, but here, for your trouble. I asked Hitomi to make it for you two." She handed the drinks to Miroku who graciously took them.

"Have a good day. I'm Rin by the way." She smiled once more before turning back to the shop. Miroku handed him his drink while the two watched the woman named Rin return to her shop. Miroku took a sip of his drink.

"Wow, this is really good." Sesshoumaru sipped his. And he agreed; it was good.

"And she's quite a looker." Sesshoumaru put his ice coffee down and began to drive.

"Shut up." He said to the black haired man.

Rin yawned. It was 6 o'clock AM. She stretched and sleepily got up and went towards the bathroom. She attempted to turn the doorknob, but noticed it was lock.

'Oh yeah, Sess is here.' She retreated back into bed. Staring at the ceiling, she recollected on the memories she shared with the inu demon who entered her shop a year ago. She didn't expect him to come back after that day, but she was happy he did.

He never gave Rin a reason why he returned every day, but she didn't mind because she had a feeling that he did it to thank her. The first few weeks they had minimal conversations, but one day they had a long conversation. He had been pissed at something his brother did, she couldn't remember why, but he was pissed.

She had tried to comfort him, but in the end, she just let him rant. After that they exchanged numbers. Eventually their five minute conversations turned into hours on the phone. His stoic exterior soon wore thin, and she saw who he really was. Someone she easily became best friends with. Soon, he invited her to lunch with him. They had dinner together often times.

However, her favorite memory was probably the night he first slept in her apartment.

"Hello Rin-chan." Sesshoumaru said as he entered her shop. It was empty as it usually was on a Tuesday night at 9 o'clock.

"Hey Sesshoumaru-san."

"Hey wanna have dinner with me?"

"Sure." She smiled.

"Hitomi!" A short hair brunette came out of the back room flustered.

"Ye... yeah?" Her face was red.

"Close up the shop please?" Rin said cheerfully.

"Oh... oh okay." Rin smiled at her and grabbed her jacket out of the counter.

"And Hitomi?" Rin started.

"Yes?"

"Don't make out with Souta during your shift." Hitomi face flushed. Sesshoumaru held in a laugh as Rin led him out the store. The two made it to Sesshoumaru's car silently laughing.

"Oh my, Sess, you have to let me drive." She flashed her ever-so famous smile at him.

"Sure, when I get a new car, you can drive this one." Her smile dropped at his joke. He smirked climbing into the driver's seat as she got into her side.

"Hey, instead of a fancy restaurant, what about a nice home cooked meal at my house?" She looked hopeful.

"Sure." She shook her fist in excitement. She directed him to her home and they were there in a matter of minutes.

"You would live by the cafe."

"Why do you think I don't own a car?"

"It's not safe to walk the streets at night you know." He warned. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Thanks mom." He jokily glared at her. The two friends got out of the car and walked to her apartment. They joked around as Rin cooked them some pasta. When she finished, she set the table and the two sat down and enjoyed the meal.

"Hey Rin?"

"Hmm?" She looked up with a noodle sticking out of her mouth. He laughed at her.

"Would you mind if I spent the night?" She hastily swallowed her pasta.

"Wait what? Why?"

"Well, if you don't want me to, I'll just rent a room for the night at some motel."

"Ew, don't, but seriously why?"

"Well, my ex from high school is currently staying at my parent's home with her new husband, and I'd rather avoid her."

"Oh," She pressed her lips together.

"Well, as you can see, I don't have a couch and my floors are hardwood. So I don't know where you'll sleep."

"Don't worry. I don't bite." He winked. She rolled her eyes.

"Oh my."

"You're strange, you don't own a couch."

"I'm strange?" She looked at him taken back.

"You don't even have your own place, and you're how old? 28? You make millions and you still live with your parents."

"Oh shut up." The two burst out laughing. The two enjoyed the rest of dinner, and slept together in her bed. He awoke to the smell of fried pork and an empty bed. He got up, not realizing he was only wearing his boxers. He approached Rin who was happily humming while cooking. He stood behind her, his 6'4" body easily towering her 4'11".

"That smells good." He said. The thing is, he wasn't smelling her cooking, but her hair. The smell lingered and he loved it. Although he would never admit it.

"Thanks."

"Hey thank you for letting me stay." He kissed the top of her head. Both paused shocked at his loving gesture. Slowly, she turned around and embraced him. He happily returned it.

Sesshoumaru stepped out of the shower and changed into the same clothes he wore last night. He forgot an extra change of clothes. He slipped out of the bathroom. He noticed Rin lying on her bed.

"Oh thank god." She said as she felt him sit down next to her. She rushed to the bathroom because, you know, nature calls. Sesshoumaru smiled at her silliness. He sure did like her a lot. Maybe that's why, he enjoyed staying over with her, but why is it he's so physically attracted to her. It started from that day when he came into the cafe pissed. It kept going when he kissed her forehead. Was this going to be something more? Could she handle being with a demon when the reason of the crash that killed her parents was wolf demons playing catch with cars? Could he handle a relationship with a human when he absolutely vowed that he wanted nothing to do with them? Can two completely different people be together? Can they handle it? Should they even try?

Sesshoumaru pondered his thoughts when Rin walked back into the room and began stripping to her undergarments. He watched her. She moved so fluidly as she paced all around her room. What truly amazed him was how comfortable she was around him. Being a demon, a powerful taiyoukai, he could easily jump her, but here she was running around half-naked. Of course, he knew she only did for him. She quickly got ready and faced Sesshoumaru.

"Kay, I'm ready." She held up a peace sign. He rolled his eyes getting up from his bed; well he slept there so often it might as well have been his.

"Let's go." He pulled her by her wrist. She giggled.

"Something funny?" He turned to ace her.

"You're cranky. You need coffee." She laughed into his arms. He unconsciously wrapped them around her.

"Well it's your fault."

"Actually," She looked up at him.

"It's Miroku's." He remained silent lost in her chocolate eyes. Her lips parted a little and he took it as a sign. He lifted her up and pressed his lips against her's. Her eyes widen in shock, but she happily gave in to the kiss. He mustered all the passion he could into the kiss, and she recripicaoted it back. She moved her hands to the base of his neck, and he lifted her higher so her head was above his. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved his hands under her bottom. Soon, they ran out of air and broke apart. She suckled on his neck as he walked them to her bed room. He shut the door behind him and tossed her to the bed. She crawled up to him ripping off the buttons to his shirt. He caressed her cheek.

"Well thank the monk," he smirked kissing her again.

AW, CUTE.

Yay, they kissed, and enjoyed it! And what's this? Are they… ;)

Bye!

Til next time loves :D

P.S. You should read some of Ravyn Skye's stories. She's pretty amazing at writing. My personaly fave is Monster in her drabble collection. :D