yo, been a while ne? sorry for taking FOREVER to update this poor story, s' just that life gets to you, and, well... you get the gist. i'll shut up now and let you read. enjoy!
disclaimer: InuYasha in its entirety belongs to Takahashi Rumiko; my OCs belong to me.
"Shut. up!" She cried.
She smiled patiently and shook her head. Typical Kori, she mused.
"Onee-chan that's so awesome! I bet it was really romantic!" She squealed, earning a sweatdrop and deadpanned stare from her sister as she gushed over the details of the date she had been on the other day.
She waved half-heartedly, smirking. "It's a wonder Koga hasn't gotten tired of your overactive reactions just yet." She teased calmly, indicating that her sister and said sophomore had only been going out for over a month.
School life wasn't too bad, it was at least more bearable now that she had friends and of course having Sesshomaru around made things better and gave her a reason to look forward to going. Of course she still worked as hard as usual on her schoolwork, but the impending realization that she could graduate early seemed to hit her like a ton of bricks.
Could she go through with it? Now that she had what she had longed for deep down inside her gut since she was little, could she just leave the reasons she now enjoyed school?
Her cheeks flared pink and she huffed, pursing her full lips. "Shut up at least I was willing to accept going out with him, unlike you, Onee-chan." She sniffed and crossed her arms over her ample chest.
She rolled her eyes and finished lacing up the laces of her right boot, tugging on the strings. "You always liked the bad-boy type anyway, so it doesn't surprise me that you'd pick Koga. I'd think the both of you were lucky that Papa approved of his youngest child going out with Mr. I-Ride-A-Motorcycle-and-I'm-A-Badass-Playboy." Of course he approved of Sesshomaru immediately because of his qualities as well as him being the dean's son, she inwardly added with another sweatdrop.
She stuck her tongue out and pouted. "Not all of us can get the perfect Prince Charming, Getsu."
"Nope that's true, but sometimes we get whacked with the blessing stick pretty hard." She quipped nonchalantly.
A lightbulb turned on. "Speaking of 'pretty hard', you didn't... y'know, yet… did you?" Korihime wondered, seeing her sister freeze in making to get up from having sat on the edge of her bed to tie her boots.
Getsu's cheeks flared to that shade of reddish pink her boyfriend loved seeing, looking down at her boots and the various scuffs on the black leather. "D-did you?" She mumbled.
It was her turn to blush; she huffed again and looked away, rubbing her neck. "N-no," she grumbled.
"Me neither." She murmured.
Well, it was obviously apparent both Sesshomaru and Koga were raised to be gentlemen at heart… Thank God.
"Getsuei, Sesshomaru's here," their mother called.
She looked at her sister and smiled, hopping to her feet and shrugging her bag onto her shoulders, leaving the room first with her sister at her heels.
As she looked at his silver-haired lanky figure waiting for her at the doorway of the front door, she couldn't help but wonder just how long he would last before he wanted to do it. Sure he was a guy with the best blank-faced-façade skills she had ever seen, let alone met, but how far could he go until his manhood started to do the talking?
Once they were in the car, he leaned in to kiss her gently, once again baffling her at his gentleness she hadn't expected of someone like him; she traced a finger along the upper streak on his left cheekbone and kissed back, hearing him hum in his chest at her response before he retracted and started the engine, letting her sit back in the passenger seat and look out the window.
"Sesshomaru," she began quietly once they had left her neighborhood.
He glanced over at her to see she was staring out at the world beyond the sedan's window. "Hm?"
"What're you going to do once you've graduated high school?" She asked.
He blinked at the sudden question, looking at the street and inwardly noting that that topic was bound to be brought up and apparently it came up sooner than he expected it to. "University, most likely. Why; aren't you going too?" He wondered, keeping his eyes on the road and halting the car when they came to a red light.
"I want to, yeah; not going to be an illustrator just sitting around at home. I… I guess I was just wondering because I was thinking of graduating early, at the end of next fall semester." She sighed.
He raised a brow before he thought back to his own grades; he might have to double-check, but he was pretty sure he was eligible for early graduation as well. "Isn't that what you wanted, since you first transferred here? To get out as soon as possible?" He guessed quietly.
She looked down at her lap and tugged at the hem of her skirt absently. "It was, yeah, but… I have friends now, and you… Ever since I was little I wanted friends even though I never said it openly or made much of an effort, and now that I have what I once wanted when I was younger, I'm afraid to let it go so easily." She admitted.
"You don't want to lose them, or me." He guessed.
She blushed and dipped her head in a nod. "Right."
He pulled into the student parking lot and parked in the 'Senior/Junior Parking' sect, exhaling. "Getsu…"
"Don't patronize me, okay? What I said is true and I don't really expect you to accept my random-as-fuck thoughts…" Getsu blushed when his pale hands took her face in his hold and he kissed her firmly.
Sesshomaru felt her slacken in his gentle hold before he released her lips to press his forehead to hers, his gold eyes sharp and stern at the same time, making her tremble. "I'm not patronizing you, sweet, and I sure as hell DO accept your opinions, so try and get that ridiculous idea out of your head." He stated in a soft voice, holding her gray eyes in his gold stare.
"Sesshomaru," she murmured, lowering her stare. "Sometimes I don't get you; of all the girls in school, why me? You heard what everyone said when I first came here, that I wasn't anything special…" She blushed again when he took her chin in his left index finger's knuckle and lifted her face up to hold her stare once more, gold and gray clashing again.
"I chose you because you were the first girl to not fawn over me for my looks like the rest of the girls do; you're tough, smart as hell, and frankly, I don't think I could stay away after that kiss, when it was just you and me, alone in your house… Since when did you give a fuck about what they think? Where's the tough spunky princess I know?" He challenged quietly, cupping her cheeks and holding them in his hands.
She looked at him in awe for a long moment before she looked down and then her eyes snapped up to meet his own; she pulled on the collar of his shirt, kissing him hard and surprising him.
He growled under his breath at her sudden kiss, his hands lowering to hold onto her ribs and grip the fabric of her blazer in his fingers. "Getsu," he groaned.
"I'm still those things you say I am, the tough spunky princess you crashed into on my first day here. If I graduate early, will you go with me?" She asked softly, stroking his cheeks and holding his face in her smaller hands.
Sesshomaru undid her seatbelt, letting her slip free of its restraints. "Of course I will. I said I wouldn't let anyone hurt you, and I'm pretty sure that implies me not leaving your side. Besides, I'd be the biggest idiot in the world for leaving you." He replied in the same tone.
Getsu blushed slightly and smiled, hugging his neck tightly and kissing him. "I'm so glad! I… Life wouldn't be the same anyway, if you weren't with me." She admitted.
He smiled back and kissed her gently, nuzzling her cheek. "I'm glad too. Come on, we're going to be late." He reminded, planting a kiss on her forehead before releasing her to cut the engine and stepped out after opening his door.
She smiled again and followed suit, shrugging her bag onto her shoulder as he retrieved his own from the backseat, closing the door and walking at her side inside the building.
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That kiss was riding on his nerves.
Of course he'd been a perfect gentleman around her, being a good boyfriend with the occasional sarcastic banter thrown into the mix of their conversations, but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he could NOT get that kiss out of his head!
He watched her get up from her desk to turn in their latest homework assignment to the front desk, noting that he wasn't the only one to watch her walk; out of the corner of his eye he saw Onigumo eyeing her backside, particularly the short hem of her skirt.
His blood boiled underneath the surface and that same something that had provoked him to pursue the girl only several months ago made a noise in the back of his head that he could swear sounded like a low growl.
That cheap little shit, he inwardly cursed, damning the brunette to the farthest pits of hell for daring to look at his girlfriend.
She was his, damn it. And only his.
Naraku was the reason he stuck to her side like glue; or rather, it was guys like him that thought girls like Getsu were just fuck toys was the reason he had promised to protect the ebony-haired spitfire.
The nasal sound of the bell ringing overhead signaling the day was over jolted him from his thoughts; he closed his notebook and placed it in his bag as she, having returned during his brooding period, followed suit and also stuffed her sketchbook into her bag's confines, tucking her pencil behind her pierced ear.
"Getsu, go ahead to the car; I need to ask Asano-sensei something." He mused, perking her ears.
She lifted a thin brow and tilted her head to one side before exhaling, shrugging her bag onto her shoulder. "Fine, fine," she obliged, squeezing his hand gently and flashing him a gentle smile, walking out of the classroom.
Onigumo once again ogled her ass, smirking to himself; even though she was with that pedigree asshole, there was always the vain hope that she'd get tired of him and seek shelter in his more-than-welcome arms…
"Your drool is staining the floor, Onigumo." The aforementioned Taisho mused lowly, jerking him from his lewd thoughts of the many ways he could make that Goth princess scream, earning a sideways glance from the ruby-eyed junior.
His eyes closed serenely and he chuckled softly, turning to face his fellow sempai. "Can't blame me, can you? That girl is a fine piece of…" He drawled.
"That she is, and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't stare. Or didn't you get the hint the first time around? She's not interested in a slimy tool like you." He ground out, his arms crossing over his broad chest as he stood his full height.
He cocked a dark brow at the intimidation tactic the lanky male posed, folding his arms across his chest in response and smirking widely. "She can't possibly be happy with you, Sessh-kun. Not after seeing how many pleading admirers you have in this school. Any girl with a brain would see that you're too unobtainable with so many doting girls chasing your ass." He sneered calmly.
He bristled. "Get to the point, Onigumo."
"Getsu doesn't deserve a pretty boy like you, and one day soon she'll see the truth of that statement. She's probably still a virgin, too, right?" He chortled softly at seeing the brief falter in his classmate's stony face that flickered when he hit that subject; touchy subject. "Relax, Sessh-kun. If you can't please her then I will gladly make sure I'm the one to… fill the void." He clapped a hand on his shoulder before leaving the vacant room.
He glared at where the spiteful shithead had been standing, looking down to see his fingernails dug crescents into his palms, hands balled into fists.
With a low growl under his breath, he stormed out to the car and his waiting girlfriend.
He seemed clearly pissed.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he drove her home, noting that he was driving a bit faster than normal.
Okay, he was just straight-out pissed.
"Sesshomaru," she murmured as they turned onto her street, seeing her house coming up at a faster rate than average.
He sounded stiff. "What is it?"
She hesitated to talk, noting that noone was home again; fuck, she thought, silently gulping and looking at him as he let the car crawl to a halt infront of her house. "A-are you okay? You seem kinda pissy." She asked, keeping her voice quiet.
He inwardly cursed her keen eye before he reluctantly let go of the steering wheel to unclip his seatbelt, his gold eyes like hard flames as he looked forward. "I'm fine, just a little mentally exhausted." He replied in the same quiet voice.
She undid her seatbelt as well, leaning towards him to touch his cheek gently; his hand lifted to hold hers, his grip tight. "Did Asano-sensei tell you something?" She wondered.
He backtracked to the vague lie he'd told before that conversation with Onigumo, closing his eyes and sighing softly while her fingers traced the birthmark streaks on his right cheek. "Getsu, come here." He urged softly, pulling her across the cup holder and arm-rest into a silencing kiss.
Getsu blushed prettily and trembled in his hold at sensing the demanding nature behind his firm kiss, lifting her hands to curl in his silver hair and prod his tongue with her own softly, his sudden gesture further worrying her.
Sesshomaru groaned and buried his right hand's fingers in her ebony hair, his tongue twirling with hers as the kiss shifted into a squabble for dominance, hearing her moan his name softly.
She lowered her hands to bunch in the fabric of his vest, pushing back to gasp for air, blushing furiously. "S-Sesshomaru," she rasped.
He ran his fingers through her slightly curly hair, looking at her as she regained herself, panting slightly. "Do you want me?" He wondered, perking her ears.
The blush turned her cheeks beet red; she looked up at him in surprise, her gray eyes widened at the sudden question. "Why are you…?" She began.
"Getsu, answer the question. Please." He murmured the last word, further worrying her.
She quieted and looked at the lilac color of his vest, nodding. "Of course I do. But why are you asking this all of a sudden?" She wondered.
He felt his pride swell at hearing her say she wanted him, kissing her gently and surprising her again. "Come on," he urged softly, kissing her again before he cut the engine and opened his door to step out into the gray-skied afternoon.
Still baffled but curious at the same time, she grabbed her things and followed suit, walking at his side to the front door and unlocking it.
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The silence of the quiet house further fueled his hormone-driven mind, distinctly feeling his pants tighten as she dropped her things off in the living room.
She picked up the note taped to the threshold of the kitchen, reading it and blinking.
'Getsuei, working late, probably won't be home 'til eight. Your father is working overtime tonight and won't be home 'til late. Money for dinner is on the kitchen counter; love you lots! – Mom.'
"Both of them are working late…" She muttered, lowering the note.
The night to themselves? He could swear his lesser regions leaped for joy.
Thunder growled outside, making her jump slightly at the loud noise, before both teenagers looked at the window to see it was starting to rain.
"Well fuck," she muttered.
"Obviously I won't be leaving any time soon." He mused, perking her ears.
She blushed at the reality that she was stuck in an empty house with a horny Sesshomaru as it hit her like a bullet train. Fuck…
"Don't we have homework from College-Cal?" She wondered, looking up at him and blinking at seeing that there was something in his eyes she could only assume was want; she trembled softly under his stare and chewed her lip, starting to feel like a piece of meat displayed before a hungry dog.
"Byakuya-sensei didn't give homework today." He replied quietly, taking a step closer to her; she took one step back, slightly baffling him, before he moved closer until she was backed into the wall. "We didn't finish that kiss in the car…" He mused.
She pushed against his chest as he made to take control over her mouth again, blushing. "Sesshomaru!" She barked.
He hesitated to grab her wrists, looking at her and seeing there was something like confusion, innocence and fear shining in her gray eyes; thunder growled softly behind them as the rain picked up. "Are you scared?" He asked quietly, hesitating to take her in his arms and to her bed when he saw that mixture of emotions swimming in her eyes, starting to feel like a sleaze ball for doing this to her.
"N-no, of course not!" She stammered, blushing brightly when he placed a hand against the wall above her head to steady himself as he leaned in a bit.
He smirked softly at her bull-headed response, his gold eyes holding her gray eyes. "What're you afraid for, Getsu? I said I won't hurt you, and I meant it. Every word." He whispered, leaning in a little closer.
Her brow furrowed and she spluttered a huff at his taunt aimed at her bravery, lifting her hands to bunch in the fabric of his vest. "I'm not afraid of anything, especially not of you." She promised, tugging on his shirt collar to bring his lips onto hers, kissing him hard.
There's my girl, he inwardly purred as his hormones took over for him, his hands caging her to the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a hungry kiss.
for the sake of not keeping this fic alive for the sole abusage of throwing lemons left and right into the mix, there IS smut but there's most likely NOT going to be any lemons in the near future. depending on my mood i might change that later on, but for now, mostly smut. for those of you who were looking forward to reading more than smut in this story, i apologize. thanks for understanding.
anywho, review if you want, feedback is love. thanks~