Author's Rant: Such naughty people you are for enjoying that lemon. Now then, as I said before. ~sits back~ let's give a little intro into what the possible drama will revolve around shall we ^_^.

Hesitancy

Last night had been . . . whew it was something to remember. But then again who wouldn't think back to the time when someone fucked you in the ass? It's just ain't something a person forgets no matter how long you live. Sesshomaru made sure of that.

By the time we'd finished, he'd worked up an appetite for me again. Who was I to deny him a taste of Hanyou La Cara? The world was spinning around, and around, and around real fast after our third fuck fest. We've ventured to the kitchen where I learned how to spell his last name too. E-S-P-A-D-A. Dude has a really long name. Let me not forget to tell you how he power drove me into the stairs when we were trying to get up there for a break.

He said something about me tempting him from the way my ass moved going up the stairs.

Bullshit, I can't stop laughing about it. He just wanted to do it some more. This guy is an animal. I thought I had a good sex drive? I ain't got shit on babe. Four different positions each set and dirty talking to the point of needing his mouth rinsed with soap? He was a filthy dog.

Another fact I learned about him during our orgasmic glories is when he's getting close to that point of no return, his bottom lip is chewed and he cups the back of my neck to be sure I'm looking in his eyes when we reach our peak together. A very hot scene is seeing his eyes narrow right as he's reaching his nut and trying not to moan aloud.

And Sess can last a really long time. I bet he's running on energizer batteries because I've never fucked for more than five hours straight at a time—meaning that can only happen with a demon babe because the mortal girls just don't have it in 'em to last.

So when we finished with the stairs, I was far too sore to walk and I was damned to hell if I let Sesshomaru carry me. That left me whining after his sexy sway like a love sick puppy when he walked past me in all his sugary, smooth glory. My eyes went huge when my dreamy set of cheeks walked around me with a slight bend and bounce to each step, denting the sides' just right. God he was just too damn hot. Made it just no sense for another man to be as fine as me.

Sesshomaru turned at the final stair, giving me that golden look so lethal I almost came a sixth—err excuse me eighth time. I was mesmerized with that tawny stare, licking his lips and cocking his lip in that certain smile I'm sure earned him paternity tests. And when he—shit he flicked his hair! Shiiiiiit I just love when he does that. We'll just conclude that I got turned on with everything he did.

When his hand slide down his muscular chest, claws tickling his own abs to make 'em jump and started stroking his dick too hard. . .

Well let's just say my legs recalled another way of getting me up there to have him and that soggy erection.

It's safe to say we christened the hall to his bedroom too and Mr. Mixon would be coming by in the morning wondering if I'd been murdered. Never knew I could scream that loud but come on guys. I discovered another method to a man's climax that not even a woman can penetrate right. So sue me. By then I'd officially declared us bunny demons instead of Inus because not even our relatives can handle this much strain.

Eventually we made it to the bed the best we could, Sesshomaru walking-wise and me crawling on my hands and one knee; the other was dragged behind all limp and cramped.

I did ask for a little assistance getting in the bed and after getting in sat there looking out the window at the colorful dawn. It was morning. This meant the aftermath of the fuss was over and here came the questions from the one who was the fuckee and not the fucker. Sesshomaru had gone in the bathroom to clean up, leaving me sitting here to wonder what now?

Eye's widening, I suddenly realized how this was twisted all the way around. Normally it was the girls in my bed who were left to ponder over the events of what happened tomorrow. Now here I was contemplating if it'd be ok for me to stay put or to wise up and get my stuff to head home with a little of my dignity intact.

I sighed slowly feeling a bit put out about this situation. Getting fucked had been my only reason for coming over here. Not once had I considered the aftershock of it all, and me being the one to have these floating questions riddle my mind with doubt.

The sex was good. Really good. Real good. Better than that; it was amazing. But was that all I was worried over? Losing great sex or was it something else. . .

"Inuyasha."

I heaved through my nose, turning on my side at the still naked Sesshomaru with a towel wrapped around his neck. My eyes automatically scan over every inch of him, swallowing hard when making it to the limp ding dong finally taking a nap. "Hey," I mumbled in return.

"You seem troubled." Then there went his inquisitive eyebrow arch. "Is something the matter?"

"Who me?" I burst out laughing, fake and too hard trying to ease him of any worry and to calm myself of whatever was plaguing me. "Nah, nah baby I'm cool. Just a little tired." My joking hadn't convinced him in the slightest, judging by how his face stayed froze in disbelief. "For real Sess," I tried on a softer tone. "I'm cool babe. Stop worryin'." Though it was nice to think he was concerned over what I was possibly feeling right now.

I'd never had to be concerned over a shred of doubt when it came to my attractiveness and ability in bed. But being the one who was left on the outside looking in, I wondered if what we did last night was just as good for him as it was for me. He was experienced in this department. Shit I'd never even thought of doing another man before him.

I jumped when I felt the bed dip on my end near my knees and couldn't find it in myself to look in that face. For reasons unknown to me I couldn't look in his eyes right then; almost as if I were nervous of seeing rejection there . Not having any of that, Sesshomaru used his index and middle claw to tilt my head up to look in his questioning eyes as if searching in there for the reason behind my sudden . . . change.

"I'm fine man, I told 'cha to quit worryin'." I was becoming irritated with that look. As if knowing something I didn't. It really pissed me off. I slapped his hand away from my chin, ready to get up and leave.

Just as I lean over, he snatches my jaw and slams our mouths together, instantly shoving his tongue inside. The pressure was rough, heavy with demand to submit to his whim. And I did, settling down from my struggle to let him sip my lips before giving my tongue a squeezing hug. In that moment, I was reduced to putty, savoring every little move and thick hot stroke tracing my fangs and mouth like a map.

"Mmm," was our shared moan. I reached up to cup his face, bringing him in closer for more. His lips were intoxicating. As the kiss deepened, I felt his arm circle my waist, pulling me underneath him as he settled between my thighs, rubbing our once dead dicks to life. He gathered my hair to one side, to pulling my face up still delivering that heart stop kiss. I was so lost in the way he tasted. So unique and heated with a flavor no other had. He made me excited, kissing me this way and that. Moving his head to the left cued me to turn right and his one exploring hand, coped a feel to every available piece of flesh around my chest.

I think he had a thing for my pecs. When they flexed he'd wrapped his fingers around to massage them to liquid fire. It felt good to be touched this way; like he was sexing my entire body.

Long silky hair pooled around my face, bending with my hair like a shiny river . . . shit I get so poetic when I'm around this man.

I nibbled his tongue one last time before falling back against my pillow breathing hard and licking over my swollen lips. My whole being was flushed a perfect red. My skin was no longer its hazel tan but a richer shade of burgundy. Sesshomaru relaxed against my neck, pressing feathery touches against the most tender areas, which only made me squirm cause the fucking bastard knew that was my spot.

"Damn," I whispered, wiggling under him. "You're heavy." This earned me a chuckle and a weak grind against my hips.

"You weren't concerned for my weight before," He tuned in effectively hitting the button to my blush card.

I rolled my eyes, slightly pushing him off. "I was too tired to give a damn." But he rolled off, tugging me along to lie on his chest.

"Better?"

Why can't I stop blushing? Shit. "Yeah," I grumbled piss and hot in the face.

"Inuyasha."

"Yo."

Sesshomaru chortled a little, playing with our strands of hair rolling on his shoulder. "Were you planning to leave?"

I froze, unsure how to reply to that and looked away. "I. . . yeah I was gonna head home. Ya know, just gotta call my mama to let her know her baby boy's safe."

"Hmm Mmm," he pinched a white lock between his thumb and index, feeling the softer texture to his finer style. "Why not just call from my house? I do have a spare phone."

Good point. My finger's drummed over his chest to think of a better excuse but was coming up pretty short. I ended up dropping my head on his shoulder, letting my shrugged shoulders be the wordless answer.

"Why leave?" He mumbled, letting the tread go to trail his pointed tips elsewhere; namely my back. "You could stay longer."

"Umm," those claws were drawing faint circles at the small junction of my back. I felt a tingle electrify my stomach.

"You could stay as long as you wished." This he said, slowly traveling up and down my sides, my hips. . . until reaching the part just above my ass—I saw something strike across my eyes like white lightning that had me groaning like a cat.

"Shit," I didn't know that was a spot. My legs were closed between his. All I can manage is a slight hump to his groin. "Sess—"

"Stay Inuyasha," he turned his head to kiss my temple ever so softly I thought I'd imagined it.

I didn't know what to say right then. I felt confused at the relief blooming in my chest when he said that to me.

"Stay." Sesshomaru repeated, bringing my face an breath away from his lips. "Stay."

Looking at the burnishing hazel honey eyes, spiraling with so much in their depths, I felt trained; hypnotized to do whatever he wanted me to. I would, it seemed. I guess I would do anything to keep him close. It was nice to be near him and know he wanted more.

I was glad.

"Yeah," I lean in sealing the meaningful vow with a kiss. "Yeah, I'll stay."

My worries dimmed with each passing day we spent doing something with or for the other person. I didn't know to what to label what we had now, but it became something along the lines of good friends with benefits. Maybe a little something more; maybe lovers?

Yeah I think that sounds much better.

Since our first time together two weeks ago, Sesshomaru's been awesome. He told me after I finally left that Sunday to think over the possibilities we could share together. My answer was I'd definitely give it some thought because it was worth adventuring into.

He was going to be damned sure my answer was positive because since then I'd received a gift from him every day. That following Monday I got a bunch of white and red roses at my door, special delivery from a secret admirer who winked at me from across the street when he saw the flower man drop them off.

I sighed so dreamily. I thought I'd fly away with the way those butterflies were taking off in my stomach. Girls now I see why you get those freaky hearts in your eyes when we sent ya'll presents. That shit made you feel all good and appreciated. I'd never admit to a damn person how I giggled—yes fine as hell Inuyasha giggled like a girl when I closed the door to take a whiff. I loved roses. They made me think of my mama.

Now I had another reason to enjoy the smell because it meant Sesshomaru was thinking of me. The rest of the days were doused with showering candies, poems by him and small gifts that kept making me have this dumb ass grin on my face. I can't remember the last time I'd grinned this much.

Oh this poem here really got me though. It's so damn dirty I don't know what to make of it.

My dear, sweet Inuyasha, such a rarity treat you are.

I hope to have you swept off your feet and beaming from afar.

Your lips remind me of sweetened raspberries, deliciously savoring and tart.

The way you moaned for me that night I wished I could have you here with your legs apart.

Your lustful screams—a nightingale's melody so shrill and tuned.

By the end of this poem, I desire to hear those cries again soon.

I remember that moaning blush painted so delicately across your cheeks.

Baby it soothed me like a magical canvas, ready to stroke your treasured peak.

Someday soon be ready for another night filled with our enchanting sighs.

Because before long sweet one . . . I hope you'll find it in your heart to be mine.

I was blushing my ass off when I read this. Face and body was all hot and bothered with some horny shit. Dick twitching and ears perking, ready to give that man whatever he wanted to taste my raspberry lips and whatever else he wanted. I think I memorized it after the tenth time reading it. This was the only one of his poems that didn't come off as literary like the others because it was sexy and straight to the point. Dude was trying to bewitch me with his crazy charm. Hell I thought I had charisma. Sesshomaru was teaching me something here.

Whenever I came home from class I looked forward to getting something different every day. For those two weeks, I kept and treasured it all. I realized by the fifth gift Sesshomaru was trying to court me like they did in those golden days.

Here I'd always been the one trying to woo a chick before getting her in the bed. This time it was me being treated.

After those two weeks of continuous flattery, I started sending him stuff too. The basics like flowers, candies letters of fondness and a few dirty pictures of me bent over my bed.

. . . He came by that day, giving me a dose of what he thought of me being bent over for him.

We did a whole lot of loving that night and next morning until he went back home, asking me to come by just to chill when I got out of class.

This was his final week of freedom before he had to go to work which I was glad to learn that he was a intern doctor for the hospital not too far down the road.

Beauty, brains, can fuck, and a body to kill for. I had all I could ever want.

That made him a great person to do homework with when I was having trouble. Today the problem buster was with my math, which I despised with all my fucking passion. Of all the subjects I had to take this was the main one I detested out the ass.

We decided to do today's stuff at his house, in his bedroom with me sitting between his legs, lying against his chest. A pair of gray sweats and a red tank was my choice of laid back clothes today. My babe was sporting a pair of black sweat pants with white t-shirt and his hair pulled to the nape of his neck in a long braid. Sesshomaru's chin rested on my shoulder as I read off the problems to him, pointing out the ones I had trouble with and he'd direct me to an easier solution.

"Here," I tapped my pen against one of the aggravating ones. "The square root of thirty six times nineteen minus twenty five after its cubed equals what?"

Sesshomaru kissed my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist as he whispered bored. "Figure it out."

I rolled my eyes, nudging his face with my temple. "If I knew the answer I wouldn't be askin' smart mouth."

Shifting against me, Sesshomaru asked, "What's the square root of thirty six?"

"Six duh."

"What's six times nineteen?"

I thought a second, "Um a hundred and fourteen."

He nodded, "What's twenty five cubed."

I had to pull out my calculator for that one. "Fifteen thousand six hundred and twenty five." I was rewarded another kiss to my neck.

"What's one hundred and fourteen minus fifteen thousand six hundred and twenty five?"

"Umm," I tallied that in my little counter and leaned back thinking. "It's negative fifteen thousand five hundred and eleven." I frowned. "Why did you want to know all that?"

"Because that's your answer."

"I—what?" I picked up my work book, confused and checked out that he recited the exact numbers back to me in separate sets. I lifted a brow to the side at the mused spark of honey, gleaming at me. "You ain't cute ya dick."

Sesshomaru shrugged, peppering my neck with gentle kisses. "You need to try harder."

"Shut up." He pissed me off thinking he was all smart and shit. I could've figured it out on my own. I'm smart too.

I was sporting a pout. I don't give a shit how childish it is. He made me mad.

"You're angry." He deduced after a ten second silent treatment.

"No shit." I confirmed. . . I'm acting like a girl for real. . . Nah I'll just call it manly attitude.

"You hate me now?"

"Yep."

"Hmm Mmm."

My stomach suddenly flopped when his fingers webbed around thighs, giving each a rough squeeze. Each finger frisked in and under, as he pressed his mouth to my collarbone. "You still mad?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

A rumbled laugh tickled my throat. He kissed me there again, lingering a little longer than before. "You still mad?" he asked again.

"Uh huh," I leaned my head back against his shoulder, weakening to his fiery effect. "You make me sick."

One of his hands snuck under my shirt to play with my nipple, circling and tapping its pearling erection. His tongue arrived, bringing a slow leisure trail over my pulse, "You still mad?"

I squirmed, "Y-yeah," I licked my drying lips, flexing my fingers on his knees. He knew just want to do to turn me on like this.

"Ah," I gasped when his hand pulled my drawstring and started palming my erection through my boxers. "You cheatin' Sess—damn that's my spot there," was all I could say.

Sesshomaru wiggled his tongue in my ear, "You still mad?"

"Ah," No fair playing dirty like that. I wanted to hang on to my anger. "Bastard."

"You love it," he growled in my very sensitive ear. "Don't deny it Yash," he squeeze me, hard. "You know you like it."

"Mmm Mmm" Damn right. He knows me well.

"But you have homework to be done." And just as fast as it started, Sesshomaru retracted his hands and lips away from my body, going back to his relaxed state against my back—with me having a long face and large surprised eyes.

I gave him the darkest look in the galaxy and all he did was kiss my nose, tapping my notebook for me to get to work. "Dick," I grouched.

"Brat."

I paused. "Asshole."

"Fool."

What the hell? I know he didn't. "Pussy."

"Unruly devil."

"Yo' mama."

"Yours."

I frowned. "Don't call my mama a devil." I elbowed him in the stomach and went back to work, ignoring his stupid, sexy chuckles. "Jackass."

"You're such a child," Sesshomaru mildly taunted.

"Fuck you," I shot back with plenty of laced attitude.

"Already did."

"I—damn." Touché. He got me with that one.

"Come on," he urged. "You need to get this done."

"Sure."

The homework session went on without any more teasing or sexual enticing distractions; well if you didn't count Sesshomaru's casual kisses on my neck and shoulder blade. Otherwise, it went along as it usually did.

When he left once, I was doing some of the work on my own after he showed me a different skill to use when I got stuck.

About five minutes later my phone started vibrating. Checking the screen I saw Koga's name flashing and sighed, already knowing what he was going to say. "Yo."

"Where the hell you been dude? What's wrong with your phone that you can't call folks?"

I closed my textbook, "Sorry man, been busy."

Koga's unbelieving snarl told me he wasn't buying it. "I have five classes this semester, three girls to handle and a shit load of homework and oh my damn would you like at that? I picked up the phone and called to see if you were still breathin."

"Koga take that bitchin' somewhere else." I chuckled. He was in his rights to be pissed. It'd been what, a full month before I spoke to him and Miroku.

"Whatever man—hey Miroku get your head from between that girl's legs. Yash on the phone."

Damn they double teamed me. I thought I heard some moaning in the back ground. "H-Hello?"

"Homie's over hoes, fool," Koga said pissed off. "This important."

"O-oh Yash, w-what's up?" Miroku was in stutter mode . . . damn which meant he was fucking or being rode like a bronco.

"You want to talk later?" I asked sniggering.

"Nah, nah, nah I'm good—Ssss oh baby that's nice."

Koga tsked his lips, "Anyway, what you been up too?"

I kicked my legs from under me and hopping off the bed. "Not much, just chillin', doing some homework." I flinched when I heard Miroku pounding the hell out of whoever he was doing. The poor girl wasn't going to be walking after this.

"I just finished up with my work. I'm thinkin' about headin' to the club tonight. You wanna ride?"

I saw Sesshomaru come back with some cups of juice and lowered my voice. "Uh, give me a minute to think about it."

"Why?" Koga sucked his teeth. "Normally you up for anything. What's up now?"

Sesshomaru sat back on the bed, waiting for me to join him. "I got company," I whispered really low, praying he didn't hear me.

"What? Are you—Ahhh, I got 'cha," Whatever conclusion Koga came up with I let him have it. "You got some pussy over there eh? You heard that Miroku?"

Miroku was lost, "Yeah, uh huh. I hear ya. I hear ya baby."

If only he knew. I mouth gimme a sec to Sesshomaru as I walked to his window, looking out the window to my side of the street. "Yeah, ya know me man. I always got a lil somethin' somethin' hanging around for my dick."

"That's my dawg," Laughed Koga. "You better work her ass off man. I know it's been a while."

"Hell yeah," I chuckled confidentially. "She's a keeper. Been workin' my ass for a while."

"Well gone on then and handle your business man. I'll check ya later. Just lemme know if you can do something this weekend."

"Cool, I'll call ya."

"Kay peace."

"Bye," I snickered. "Have fun Miroku."

"Oh you know I will," I heard him moan one final time before hanging up the phone and turning to find a curious faced Sesshomaru giving me this odd look. "What?"

"You ok?" he asked, his brow furrowing.

"Yeah babe I'm good." I walked over crawling on the bed to sit between his legs, ready for another cozy lesson. "'Kay now where were we?"

"Inuyasha."

At the stern tone spoken behind me, I looked over my shoulder expecting a teasing expression only to see a harder frown. I returned the mind, mine being more of concern. "You alright babe?"

After a moment Sesshomaru shook his head and pulled me to his chest. "Nothing. It's nothing."

"Cool," I kissed him. "Now we got work to do remember? Let's get to it."

"Right . . . of course." I heard him sigh but thinking it wasn't anything to ponder over. I just snuggled back against him, getting comfortable. I didn't give his expression another thought after that, just living in the moment.

But what bothered me a little in the back of my mind was . . . no, it's nothing to give another thought too.

Like I said, I'll just live in the moment and enjoy my time with him. The time I spend with Sesshomaru is a reward in its own way. The more I thought it over the more I enjoyed seeing the picture of us getting closer to each other.

Only I preferred that we did our thing together . . . in privacy.

TBC: Oh Inuyasha. . . By the way I made that poem up lol. Shame on me. So how do you like the start up to trouble? ^_^