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Kagome felt drugged, it took half a second for her to realize he had stopped kissing her.
"What do you think you are doing?" she demanded, he smiled baring alarmingly canine teeth.

"Kissing you."

"Thank you Mr. Obvious."

"What, you didn't like it?"

"That's not the point. The point is-"

"The point is you need to be cheered up and it just so happens I do too. No commitment, no strings attached. Besides, you are in my room."

"Because you said it was the only suitable room in the house."

"Problem is that is the best bed too, and I want it." he nodded his head in the general vicinity of the very large, very comfy bed.

"Fine, I'll sleep on the couch." Kagome could not do this. She had met this man tops 4 hours ago, never mind the bed.

"Really? Go for it." his face was impassive but Kagome could have sworn she had seen him smirk. She paused, she really wanted that bed, and something else, but she had morals. Then again she was a bit too comfortable between his chest and the wall.

"Sesshomaru, I just met you, I know nothing about you, I am one of the top officers in my division, and I-"

"and I am one of the top officers in the city, I just met you, I know a little about you, and we have a reliable good friend in common."

"I would't say he's entirely good." Kagome smiled, Miroku may have good intentions, a good heart, and a healthy sex drive but that didn't necessarily mean he had good actions. Sesshomaru snickered, and Kagome realized this very tall man still had her pinned to his bedroom wall.

"Maybe later." His eyebrows cocked.

"Later?"

"As in I don't have anyone unless they show me they are good enough." He pushed her against the wall harder, the pressure on her lungs to breathe was more labored, but she couldn't notice that, suddenly she wished she was up for one night stands. "Put me down... Or let me go," he didn't budge, his pale mouth was threatening to turn into a smile, "fine, unpin me please, sir." he shrugged, making her even more aware of how well toned his chest was. He moved, and she could breathe- unfortunately.

"You're welcome."

"I didn't say thank you." He put his hands back up against the wall over her head, she felt caged under his arms, but not terribly so. "Then again, thank you." he smiled and left the room, leaving her heart thundering against her practically bruised ribcage.

Goddamn. What was he doing? Sesshomaru had not acted like this since he was in college. At least not had a guest over and then attempt to seduce the guest the moment he saw them, which included in the car. Miroku had not lied when he said his highschool friend was gorgeous, and talented. And prove himself? Really?

"Hey if you want dinner it's getting cold." he called down the hallway without need. She appered in the doorway still in her pink sweater that seemed to be out to get him.

"A man can cook?" she smirked."

"I don't count, I'm not your ordinary man."

"So I've noticed." She didn't break her striking blue eyes from his gold ones until he blinked. He was caught slightly off guard, he always won staring contests.

"It's only spaghetti with alfredo."

"Even better, gormet." He almost cracked a smile while he turned to open the black cabinets.

"Plates and bowls in here. Cups in this one," he grimaced at the mismatched dining ware, "In here is the silverware. Pick your poison in the fridge." He himself grabbed a white plate, green mug and a plastic fork, and proceeded to pile the italian cuisine onto his plate.

"This really is a male household, isn't it." He grimaced noticeably.

"It's Miroku's fault."

"That it's a man's house? You aren't a man as well?"

"That the place is messy."

"Oh." He set his plate down and stalked to the fridge. Her petite form still hadn't moved from the edge of the small dining room table with simple wood chairs. He grabbed a Mountain Dew and walked to her. With one cold hand that he placed on the back of her neck, he pulled her forward so his nose almost touched hers. He smiled to feel the slight shiber of her body under his fingertips, which had instantly burrowed themselves in her silky black hair. He was almost tempted to run his fingers through it, but the point was to drive her mad.

"The food isn't poison, Kagome. Just the drinks." He pulled his head back and dropped his hand, and moved to grab his mug off the table. While he transfered the caffineated drink, he couldn't help wathcing her get her dinner. Jesus Christ- the woman could turn on a brick wall. When she sat down, he couldn't help but appreciate the sweater she was wearing even more. The neckline barely skimed the top of her breasts very delicately. He wanted to trace the neckline with his mouth.

"What are you thinking about? You were just staring off into space." He wanted to assure her he was not looking at space.

"I was thinking about going back to work next week. I don't really want too."

"Do we ever?" He laughed.

"Probably not."

"Too bad, I was hoping you were thinking about what you were going to do to show me you were worth my... time."

"You were wrong," Entirely, "But I'm listening."

"Good. Tomorrow we are going to lunch with some of my old friends. I told them I was bringing one of my policeman friends, and luckily- you'll do."

"I'm glad I'm a satisfactory alternative."

"You have to behave like a civil person. At least not Miroku." He cocked his eyebrow.

"Yes ma'am."

"I'm still sleeping on the couch?"

"Unless you want to be excessively warm tonight yes."

"Fine."

"If you change your mind you know where to find me."

"Am I really still sleeping on the couch?" she sighed.

"Well, you could sleep in Mirok-"

"Nevermind. Nevermind. I'll take the couch." Sesshomaru laughed, this was his idea of fun. She glanced at the plain black clock above the window.

"It's 11:45." he nodded.

"The night is young."

"And I'm going to bed."

"But we've barely gotten to know each other. Besides, I could keep you awake."

"Welcome to the egotistical cheese factory."

"We also specialize in sausage."

"Are you kidding?" her voice squeaked.

"It's Miroku talking." What on earth was wrong with him? She stood up, taking her now empty plate with her. She grabbed his plate too and took it to the sink. She quirted some soap on a sponge and turned on the water.

That was a nice scene- calm down buddy. Sesshomaru shook his head, he needed a shower. She stood and grabbed his mug and empty Mountain Dew can and slowly walked over to where she was rinsing the plates. He wrapped both arms around her and placed his mug in the sink. She froze while he rinsed out his can as well.

"We recycle." he said, and didn't move for a moment.

"g-good," she squeaked, " that's good." Sesshomaru laughed and stepped back.

"There are blankets and extra pillows in the closet next to the TV. Goodnight. Oh, and there is another shower in Miroku's room" He exited the room quickly, listening to the sink still on. He imagined Kagome was trying to remember how to breathe.

Sesshomaru shut the door behind him. Despite the uncomfortable wanting he had for the girl, it had been a fairly enjoyable dinner. He walked into his bathroom and turned the shower to steaming, and pulled off his shirt. It was then when he remembered Kagome hadn't had anything to drink.

Kagome could not get comfortable. The couch was too... leathery, too squishy, and it was like sleeping on the cold side of the pillow. Her hair was slightly damp from the shower, she wondered how long it took Sesshomaru's hair to dry- she hadn't heard a hair dryer.

She felt like she had known the sexy police officer for more then just a few hours. He was funny, sexy, interesting, hott, really nice, and sexy. And his hair was gorgeous. He'd had it tied back into a low ponytail that reached to the middle of his back. What did he wear to bed? Stop it Kags. But he was very pretty. She could just look into his room to find out. She didn't know what she was doing but somehow she was walking and nearly too his door. And surely she must have lost her memory when she nudged it open.