On Friday night, Kagome raced into her apartment. She yanked off her clothes and ran into the shower, turning on the hot water, Kagome jumped in. "KYAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

You know what that means. Kagome turned the hot water on too fast, leaping in as it was heating. The water was freezing cold.

Once she had taken a shower, she raced to her bedroom and flew at her innocent closet. Clothes went shooting in all direction as she yanked out dress after dress, discarding them. By the times she found one she didn't hate for no apparent reason, all of her clothes were piled up on her bed in a poor imitation of the Leaning Tower of Pisa.

Uh-oh. Not so poor.

Conveniently, just as Kagome bent down to pull on some stockings, the "tower" fell… smack on top of her. Hair now mussed and sticking up at odd ends, she got up and stomped into the bathroom.

Then…

the doorbell rang. Sesshoumaru had arrived. Glancing at the clock, Kagome grinned. He was right on time- the clock had just hit 10:00.

She walked calmly to the door, breathing deeply to calm herself. If she wished to execute her revenge, she had to do this carefully.

When Kagome opened the door, she barely contained a gasp. This time, Sesshoumaru noted proudly, HE had caught HER unawares.

He wore a crisp black suit, with a neat white shirt and black tie. His long, perfect hair was let out, swaying loosely in the evening breeze. He smelled of freshness and…. Kagome could think of nothing else to describe it… thunderstorms. Somehow, he pulled of that James Bond look that said: I'm hot, but VERY, VERY dangerous.

"You look beautiful this evening," he said smoothly. And truly, she did. Her blue dress slid gently down her womanly curves, and he traced them with his eyes. Damn, he was gaining his friend Miroku's perverse qualities.

She blushed lightly, looking down at her heeled feet. Suddenly, all her battle tactics slipped out of her mind, held by his golden gaze.

He chuckled… she was like a young girl, going out on her first date. He grasped her hand, pulling her down the walkway and closing her door behind her. Opening the car door, they got into his car and drove off.

"So where exactly are we going?" "Not telling yet." "Aw, c'mon, I'm not nine." "Don't cheat. You will soon find out."

Then, he drove smoothly into….

a fast-food take-away place.

"I do hope you're kidding," Kagome said in disbelief. "Oh, I kid not," he said lightly, tapping his fingers on the wheel to a Spanish tune. Driving up to the window, he ordered Mexican and they drove off.

Uno nunca ve las cosas maravillosas que vienen- ellos golpean usted quiere que un bicho golpee una parabrisas. One never sees wonderful things coming- they hit you like a bug hits a windshield.

Sesshoumaru took off his tie and put it around Kagome's eyes. She protested lightly, but gave up when he shushed her and said he would come to no harm.

Leading her up a stairway, Kagome felt she had been there before. The handle was achingly familiar- as was the carpet beneath her feet. Then, Sesshoumaru tugged her gently into a separate room and revealed to her their surroundings. Kagome smiled, as did Sesshoumaru. It was the dance studio. Tango music was playing softly in the background, emitted by a hidden CD player. Sesshoumaru had the floor covered by a Spanish blanket, beautiful designs woven into the cloth.

Red rose petal littered the floor, highlighting the bright colors of the carpet. He folded his legs and sat, pulling Kagome down with him. Her dress pooling around her muscled legs, Kagome leaned back and laughed.

"Well, this was, at least, unexpected." "I like being mysterious…" She laughed again, and he smiled.

They ate their dinner, laughing and talking. Kagome was surprised at how well they fit together- their conversation was intelligent and humorous. Both found the other to be an amazing equal and intellectual partner. Never once was either one bored during the conversation. Once they had finished, they wrapped their leftovers in plastic and threw away their trash.

Las historias de amor verdaderas nunca tienen las conclusiones. Real love stories never have endings.

Sitting back down, Kagome laughed. "Well, this was awesome," she said. "I haven't been out like this in a while, so it was really fun." "Don't you date?" "No, not really. All the guys my age are too immature." "I don't either. Females, at that stage of their life, tend to get a little scary. And their conversation is dull." "I know!! You're sitting there, thinking, 'Oh my God, someone kill me now!'" "Well, have you ever gone out with someone?" "Yeah. This guy. He actually looked a lot like you- his name was Inuyasha… Inuyasha Takahashi." For a few minutes Kagome was silent, then a silent tear slid down her chin, and she wiped it away, trying to hide it.

"Something happened." Sesshoumaru said. It was not a question- it was a statement of fact. "I caught him with my cousin, Kikyou. I'd guessed there was something going on, but I wanted solid proof. Then I found them making out in my living room after I told Inuyasha I was going to the supermarket."

Kagome couldn't help it- seeing the guy she thought loved her with her cousin broke her heart. More tears followed the first, racing one another to her lips, where she licked them away, rocking with her silent sobs.

Sesshoumaru lifted her gaze to his, hers watery and his serious. His molten-gold eyes stared at her, and she was held in place by his gaze and his gentle hand cupping her small chin. "You are worth far more than a man who does not truly love you. You deserve someone who would love you with all their heart, someone who would stay with you forever." "Thank you," Kagome said softly, dipping her head to stare at her hands. Raising her head again, Sesshoumaru leaned towards her.

They met softly, their lips cautious and tender. Sesshoumaru was obviously trying not to hurt or scare her, and Kagome was deeply grateful for that. She had told no one but her mother about that incident. It was the first time she had gone out on a date in a long time, the first time EVER she had opened up so fully to a man.

Wow. She felt amazing to him. She was so soft, so tasty, and yet so delicate beneath his hands that Sesshoumaru worried he might break her with his large palms. Kagome relished the taste of him, loving the soft, but not overly full shape of his lips, the gentle probing of his tongue. She opened her mouth, gasped as the electric shock flew through her. At her slight jump, Sesshoumaru grinned into her mouth.

Then, seeing that she was ready, Sesshoumaru took it a little further. He pushed harder, his tongue searching her mouth, tasting every inch of her. She moaned softly, the sound muffled by his mouth. Then, he grasped her tighter. She froze in his arms, but relaxed when he rubbed reassuring circles in the small of her back.

They sat, enjoying one another fully, for another few minutes. Then, Kagome regained her confidence. She crawled gently and slowly into his lap, gaining more access to him. He was surprised, but definitely pleased about this new development.

She took her turn to please him, probing her tongue into his mouth, trying to be as close to him as possible. They broke apart, panting, and he grasped her waist, tracing shivery lines up her back and down to her stomach.

She whimpered, silenced by his shoulder, her head leaning into his neck. The pale flesh there looked so tempting…. an idea sprang into Kagome's head. She gently leaned even closer and kissed the nape of his neck, right next to his shoulder blades. He shook ever so slightly, and Kagome continued as his eyes widened and his head pushed against hers in want. Oh, he LIKED that. A lot.

He shook his head. No, this wasn't right. They couldn't do this here, in the dance studio. Looking at his watch, Sesshoumaru let out a small yell. There was a class in five minutes. IN THIS STUDIO. "There's a class in here in five minutes!!" "WHAT?!?!" Racing, they yanked up the blanket, swept the rose petals into it, put it in a corner and zoomed out of the room.

They ran like madmen to his car, leapt inside, and drove off just as the first student arrived. Oh, if she had known. Sesshoumaru sped down the highway, onto his street and into his driveway. They got out and went inside. Dropping onto the couch, they both sighed in relief. Then, they looked at each other and started to laugh hysterically.

"Did you see her face?" "Yeah, two people racing out of the studio at night and driving off must have looked kinda odd, dontcha think?" Kagome crawled into his lap. "I had a great night."

"Ah, I don't believe our night is yet over." Kagome raised a single brown eyebrow in question. Sesshoumaru pushed her onto the sofa, diving for her lips. And this time, they weren't interrupted.

¿Es realmente mejor haber adorado y para haber perdido que nunca haber adorado antes? ¿A dónde giraría usted, corre para el consuelo y para comería aún usted el abrazo de otro una vez más? ¿Cómo podría vivir alguien su vida después de que fuera quebrantado por un solo momento en tiempo donde su muy confianza había sido traicionada? ¿Podría comenzar aún usted a vivir otra vez… o aún amor una vez más?

Is it really better to have loved and lost than to have never loved before? Where would you turn to, run for comfort and would you even partake of the embrace of another once more? How could someone live their life after it was shattered by a single moment in time where their very trust had been betrayed? Could you even begin to live again… or even love once more?

A/N: Hey Guys!! I am SOOOOO sorry I forgot about this story. But now I have CONTINUED!! BUAHAHAHA!!! 7 pages baby!! Till next time.

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