Chapter 6

Fantasies...

The scent of food woke her up from her sleep. She found herself in her room lightheaded and dizzy. Getting out of bed she felt the pain in her left arm and reached over to clutch it putting slight pressure over her wound. She noticed that she'd been bandaged and changed. Throwing off the blanket Kagome reached for her robe and made her way into the kitchen. Coming around the hallway, she saw that he was still dressed in yesterday's clothes, sans the jacket and his shirt untucked.

He was making breakfast.

"You're up." He greeted without looking up from the boiling pot of soup. The scent was not very appetizing to her. But seeing him in her home early in the morning was what shocked her the most. She couldn't remember the last time waking up to a man in the house before.

"You…you stayed…?" She queried, astonished.

"You exhausted your strength, if I didn't stay you might not be standing there right now." He replied and lifted his chin to look at her. Her heart fluttered from excitement. Sesshoumaru grabbed a bowl near the stove and scooped some soup in there. Then he glided toward her on legs, that from the look of his chest, had to be solid muscle. She gaped at him, unable to pull her eyes away from the tiny tufting of silver curls peeping through his half-open linen shirt.

"Here," He handed her the bowl of soup. I wish I knew she had a weak heart sooner...

She took the soup off his hand as if in a trance. He stayed the night to take care of me? And now he's made breakfast for me?! Am I dead?

He gave her a quizzical look, "Are you alright?"

"I..I…um, yeah." She answered looking down at the bowl of miso soup he conjured up. It did not smelled right. But at this point, she'd eat dog food if he handed to her.

"I don't cook. But I figured you're still too weak to do so yourself. However, you need the nutrients." Sesshoumaru explained.

"I can see…" She said still staring at the bowl of 'miso soup' he concocted dumping eggs and other various 'healthy' supplements he figured she might need.

"If you think you'll be alright, I have to get to the office now." He said gently. She looked up at him.

"Oh, yes. Of course." Kagome said as nonchalantly as possible, masking her disappointment that he was leaving already.

"I suppose I will see you again next Friday." He said before leaving, which he really didn't want to, but the scent of her, being near her was more than he can take. He didn't want his beast to overpower him and hurt her. She'd been hurt enough from last night, which he still felt guilty about. If he had known sooner he would have protected her from Naraku's attack. He should have seen it coming!

"Yes, the dinner rehearsal..."She remembered. She took one last look at him before he slipped out her front door and closed it behind him. She couldn't help but feel the gnawing in her heart. If he'd show any sign of interest in her she would have summon up the courage to ask him to stay a little longer. But her pride had rendered her mute around him somehow; or was it the fear of giving her heart and risking the possible pain?

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Sesshoumaru left Kagome's place and went home to clean himself before heading into the office. He went upstairs to his room and started his shower as he began to reminisced about last night.

FLASHBACK

Kagome had lost consciousness due to the large amount of blood loss. He used his poison to seal up her wound to stop the bleeding. He was careful to use just enough so that she wouldn't be hurt in the process.

Her clothes had been soaked through with the blood and the stench of it was making him nauseous. He never liked the scent of blood in particular but her blood was getting his beast worked up in an unusual way; part arousal, part thirsty for revenge. It was because she was injured that irked him so. He carried Kagome and carefully laid her in the bath tub as he further tend to her wounds. With his claws, he ripped apart her clothes and carefully peeled them from her skin. He noticed beneath her lingerie, she had a large scar from the tip of her chest all the way down towards her navel.

She's had heart surgery. He realized. Damn-it! I shouldn't have let her use her powers! She could have easily been killed worked up like that! He took a moment to look at her face as she laid there unconscious. She was beautiful and so fragile yet, at the same time, so strong and powerful. Such a conflicting combination of personalities that lured him like the music of the Sirens. He allowed himself to caress her lips with his finger, and oh how he wanted to lean in and taste her!

Sesshoumaru shook his head from such thoughts. He wasn't going to take advantage of an unconscious woman! No matter how much he wanted her to be his!! So he continued to tend to her instead. He found her washcloth and soaked it with some luke warm water and wiped down her blood stained body. After which he stripped her naked, only looking at her nude sweetness from the corner of his eyes. He didn't want any more tempations than what was already happening! When finished he dried her, wrapped a towel around her body and carried her to her room where he found her negligee and slipped them on.

Sesshoumaru laid her on the bed and made his way to go clean the mess outside. A soft moan escaped her lips and her hand found his shirt. Her eyes still closed but she shook her head.

"Don't go…" She pleaded.

He paused.

Is she conscious now? He asked himself silently. Her breathing was normal as he watched her chest rising and falling. Not able to resist temptation, he threw the blanket back and gathered her into his arms – if only for a moment, if only this once!!

He heard her exhaling in relief and comfort. His heart began a loud thunderous rhythm as the heat from her body was driving him mad. It took everything he had, every integrity within him, every personal restraint not to take her, mark and pup her all at once.

Hours passed and Sesshoumaru was still awake, eyes closed resting his head against the headboard of the bed. He finally felt her hands loosen and slowly he laid her back down in bed and pulled the cover over. Stealthily he left her bedroom, closed the door and went to clean the mess outside, letting the early morning dew cool his heated flesh and heart.

END

The hot water cascaded down his hair and back released the tension from the long demanding night. Thoughts of Kagome swam around his head. He stood and breathed as the scent of her slowly began to fade. Too slowly for his own solace. He watched as the water from the shower circled around making a small whirlpool before disappearing down the drain carrying some of her scent with it.

He began to lather his hair, massaging his scalp briskly then rising it clean. He wished that somehow he could just take a razor to his long length and shave it right down to the scalp. But of course, that would be impossible. DaiYoukai's hair was impossible to cut much less shaved. However the thought of a change pleased him, if it did sounded ridiculous.

He wondered how Kagome would react if he did show up one day, sans his tress. He chuckled slightly at his silly little crush on the miko. Her smile entered his mind and those pouting lips that he couldn't stop thinking about kissing each time he saw her. He envisioned those sharp harsh words tossed at Naraku last night. How such sharp tones could come from something so sweet and soft was beyond his comprehension. He had thought of those same sets of lips time and time again since the jazz club. How she would wrap them around the martini glass. However, at this particular moment in the privacy of his shower, the image of her lips stretched around his cock occupied his mind.

He changed the water to cold to wash away those thoughts. But it kept slamming back into his mind without mercy. Kami, I need to fuck! He thought. He could as well call Yura to his room, but he had sent her to a different quarter since that night. It couldn't bare to look at her and had spent most nights at the office even after long days and tiring errands surrounding the wedding. He didn't want to go down that path again. For Kami's sake, she wasn't his sex toy!

The cold water had been running on his burning skin for some time now, and still he was hard as steel.

"Mmmm…don't leave." He heard Kagome say to him again.

He bit his lip and his hand, slick with soap, stroked the length of his erection. Closing his eyes, he let his fist glide up and down the rigid member. He started off with a slow pace almost as if he didn't want to do. But then he sped up faster and harder until he was pulling along his length with punishing strokes. The water finally turned from cool to ice-cold against his burning back as he stood under the spray, one hand braced against the Italian marble, the other one pumping his thick cock, slick with soap.

Fantasies of her writhing beneath him, calling out his name filled his mind; insidious sounds of pleasure escaping her lips as he ram into her needled their way into his brain and down to his aching penis until he could hardly breathe. He felt surrounded by the hot, heavy sounds of sex as he stroked his long length, while her voice called out to him for more.

Equal parts of excitement and shame filled him. How had he come to this where he was fantasizing about his future sister in law? But his hand continued to move with rapid jerks, his own harsh breathing was unnaturally loud to him. He felt his cock pulsed and grew in his grasp. Then he imagined it filling her tight cunt as he yanked on his cock with demonic zeal.

Sesshoumaru growl then grunted with satisfaction when he reached his peak. His cock throbbed in his hand, images of her moaning, while he pumped himself into her, she's coming, he told himself, then imagined himself spurting streams of cum into Kagome's tight pussy, climaxing along with her. He pumped his hand, as those thoughts brought him his release. His orgasm was long and intense, spurting jets of whites that swiveled and swirled down the drain while, some gooey white gobs, evidence of his surrender still decorated his hand. He stared at it for considerable linear extent of time.

He heaved heavily as different emotions rode through him. The excitement, as well as shame and self-chiding of him stooping to such an act as to fantasized about his soon to be sister-in-law; the guilt of it burned in him like a low-grade fever. She was after all, with someone else. Sesshoumaru slid his hand under the shower and watched it rinsed off the last of the proof from his vile act.

He needed to find a hobby. Something to stop his lusting after a woman that he couldn't have.

Shaking himself dry, he stepped out of the shower and willed himself not to do that again, nor to think about her in that way either. It shouldn't be so hard! He didn't want to but, he needed to find someone to fill his life; someone to distract him from thoughts of the miko. Perhaps he could even find a perfect demoness to mate. He huffed sarcastically at himself from the absurd thought.

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It was difficult planning a wedding that was more like two or three. Kikyo wanted an American style wedding that included everything from the rehearsal dinner to the Church and walking down the isle in a white gown. Then she wanted the traditional Japanese wedding as well. Between her work and looking for the perfect jinja for her Shito-style wedding. Then there's the traditional wedding kimono which had to be the right shade of white, right fabric and then of course it had to embroidered with the Tashio family crest on it. Kagome's head wanted to explode.

Yet as they approached the end, she felt somewhat disappointed. She wouldn't have any reasons to 'hang out' with Sesshoumaru anymore. She wouldn't be able to see him from time to time like she'd been doing. She shook her head. What was she thinking? She was seeing Koga! They never openly said it but they were together weren't they? Really, all the phone calls, E-mails and dates they went on. Just because she haven't slept with him doesn't mean she should run around fantasizing and thinking about Sesshoumaru! It wasn't right and she wasn't that kind of woman! Yet as much as she chided herself, she couldn't wait for Friday, the rehearsal dinner, to see him again. She missed him and though it was a dream, it felt nice being wrapped up in his embrace that night she was injured.

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The whole week she was frantic. Koga had returned from abroad again, and wanted to see her. She made time to fit him into her crazy schedule and her phone rang non-stop. There were phone calls from Kikyo herself, freaking out at every little thing and she had to take minutes out of her already neglected work to calm her twin down. Then there was the caterer, the florist, the pastries, and the tailor!! She had no idea when she'd agreed to be 'maid-of-honor' that she would be her twin's personal bitch! For Kami's sakes! She didn't remember her wedding being anything close to this!!

"WHAT!?!" she screamed from inside her office at the knock on her door.

"Whoa!" Koga's voice filled her ears as he opened the door and with palms up in the air in surrender mode.

"Koga!" she screamed, relieved that there was one person who didn't want to ask her for an opinion of one sort or another.

"Hey baby." He greeted as he gathered her into his arms. She lifted her chin and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "how are you? Or should I even ask that?" He questioned after she rolled her eyes at the first question. "Oh, look what they've done to you!" He said tucking her hair behind her ears.

"Yeah no kidding." She replied taking a few steps back and then straightening out her outfit. Her hair was tousseled and a mess. Her clothes had stains from flowers, cake frosting and Kami only knows what else. Kagome let out a heavy sigh.

"You know, you look pretty hot like this." Koga began to glide toward her as she backed into her desk.

"Oh stop it!" She giggled when he caught her and nuzzled her neck. She had to admit, this kind of attention and affection, she'd missed and craved for some time.

Koga began to trail kisses on her neck before finding her lips and latching on. His hands already roaming all over her body then rested it on her behind as he cupped it hard.

"Oooh…!" she gasped at the sudden grip of his strong hands. "Stop Koga, one of my employees could be here any minute!" She protested while giggling.

"So? Let them. You're the boss after all." He teased and she continued to laugh while he suckled her neck, licking his way down her neck and in between her breast.

"Mmmmm…." Kagome moaned and ran her fingers through his hair.

BZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZ BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

Kagome rolled her eyes.

BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

"Damn-it!" She groaned.

"Let it ring." Koga coaxed as he began to unbutton her blouse.

The phone stopped vibrating on her desk and she redirected her attention to her man at the moment.

RING RIIIIIINGGGG RRRIIINNNNNNGGG

The office phone rang. Kagome grabbed hold of Koga's hand and gave him a sympathetic look, then she pouted her lips.

"Alright. If you must." Koga agreed and Kagome answered the line. She began to fumble for papers and pens to jot more notes down and Koga stared down at his bulging tent from his arousal. He sighed.

Perhaps later. He hoped.

It took him thirty minutes to lure her from her work place out to dinner. Being that she was marked up and down with various things, her hair a mess, they decided to pick up dinner instead.

As they have done in the past, she curled up on his couch with a glass of wine and they turned on the television after dinner. When Koga finally came to join her at the couch she weaved next to him and he gathered her in.

Late night shows blared across the screen while Koga stroked her arms. She closed her eyes and a vague dream of Sesshoumaru holding her entered her mind. To this day she wasn't sure if it had really happened or not. But she resolved it to be a dream or some sort – a hopeful dream. A fantasy.

"Kagome," Koga's voice brought her back to her current state.

"Hmmm?" She didn't move, she stayed there curling in his arms.

"Stay the night with me." He asked. Kagome froze from his question, not knowing what to say. Was she ready to stay with him? Was she ready to give in to the lust and sexual deprevation? She stared at him finally, blinking wildly, staring at a wild lustful Yokai. The wolf caught her tongue.....she couldn't speak. Surely, giving her heart to Koga was much safer, she didn't feel as deeply about him as she had with Naraku. And especially her hopeful - Sesshoumaru.

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