Ch. 2: Kagome's Dance of Revenge

Kagome stalked into the studio at 7 in the morning to finish her routine. "The nerve of that man," she fumed, muttering colorful words under her breath. As always, the empty studio was cold and empty, with the ballet mirrors reflecting her, leaning against the bar, a million times into the night. Every mirror looked like an endless passageway, black as fresh pitch, leading nowhere and beginning with the lone figure reflected in its surface. "I do every step perfectly- no feeling… hah!! I'll teach him to mess with me…"

A/N: It seems Sesshy's first lesson has reawakened Kagome. Maybe she'll do something wild to teach HIM a lesson!! Her darker, more seductive side is peeking through… MUAHAHA!!!!

When the sun rose on the next day, Kagome was prepared. She dressed in the hot red tango dress she was saving for the regional competition- she would have to really be impressive today. Flashing mascara, blush and lipstick were added onto her face, but they didn't look like too much. The dress complimented her womanly curves, and the makeup added just the right touch of pizzazz to her normal black ballet suit and washed face. Smiling at herself in the mirror, she experimented with 100 different looks to stun him with in class. "Nasty-ass prick will get a taste of his own medicine today…" she muttered, attempting at a bun with her unruly black hair. It just seemed to worm out of the hairtie like a snake, coiling down past her shoulders and to her butt. Yeah, her hair was REALLY long. With a satisfied smirk, Kagome marched for her door, red stilettos in hand. Ooooh, he was going to pay.

When Sesshoumaru walked into the studio early, expecting to set up for the class, he found a surprise. Walking in very quietly, he saw Kagome, looking- dare he say it- gorgeous. She was dancing with an imaginary partner, twirling in perfect turns, her leaps flawless, her movements precise and beautiful. Then, he didn't know why, but he couldn't resist Temptation, that evil sorceress which tricks us all. He walked up behind her, grasped her waist, and twirled her to face him, dancing with her pressed to his chest.

The second his arms met the small of her back, Kagome froze. He had snuck up on her!! She felt herself spinning, and then she was gazing into his brilliant golden eyes. All want to trick him and have revenge slipped her mind as she stared into his sun-kissed orbs, like rays of sunlight in the dark of early morning. She felt herself stare at him, and noticed his smirk. He had noticed too. Suddenly, Kagome's anger flared and she remembered her purpose. She raised her arm, slowly, seductively, to brush past his cheek as she took out her hairtie. Her hair fell in silken waves about her, cascading down the back of her dress. It fluttered to a standstill, though they still moved to the gentle sound of tango music coming from another room.

Wow. She was pretty. He watched her untie her hair, and all signs of the smirk left his face. Now he was staring at her, and the smirk transferred to her face. Shit. She had noticed. But she was gorgeous, and he felt the heat rolling off of her in waves. Then, unable to stop himself, he felt himself pushing her back, back until her back touched the ballet mirror.

She ran her hand up his chest, marveling at the tremors of muscle rippling beneath the surface of skin. She had the upper hand, now if she pulled away, revenge would be hers, and he would be trapped. But still she felt her hand travel upward, past his neck, across the strong line of his jaw, and back into his long, silver hair. She recalled, faintly, how his hair never got sweaty, never looked bad, never was a hair out of place, during class. He seemed to be flawless- Kagome laughed internally- what a pair they made.

Then she was pushing him towards her, her cerulean eyes dark in the morning haze. The red framing her eyes stunned him- but in a good way. She was irresistible, and she knew it. Without her further assistance, he dove in for her lips. They were as tasty and soft as they were beautiful: he drank more and more of her as she leaned onto the mirror, pressed against it by his weight. He knew not how long they stood there, frozen in utter and passionate bliss, until they were jarred apart. Both stared at the door in shock; one of the other students had arrived. When she walked in, she raised an eyebrow at their appearances. Kagome's hair was a mess, her dress was crinkled, and her lipstick was smeared slightly. Sesshoumaru, on the other hand, just looked a bit frazzled. His tango suit was wrinkled in many-a-place and he was swaying in an alarming manner. But slowly, the other students poured in and they regained their composures. They stole one last glance at each other, before Sesshoumaru began: "The tango was first danced by the Spaniards……."

A/N: YEAH BABY!! This chappie is longer than previous ones. I forgot to add a disclaimer to some chapters, so here you go:

Mass Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any related items. I wish. :sniff:

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