Next chapter! This one is a little longer than the first two and has a little Sess/Kag action you've all been so desperately looking for. It's nothing too steamy but it is still early on. Don't you worry though, things will be getting naughty really soon!
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Disclaimer: I own Inuyasha! Mwahahahahahahaha… okay, okay, I don't own him... sulk...
Dirty Dancing
With only an hour left to go, Kagome scrambled into the bathroom, cranking on the water and testing its temperature. Finally getting it to an agreeable degree, she stripped down and stepped under the shower, sighing as the hot water pelted her body. Squirting a blob of shampoo into her hair, she scrubbed until a mop of bubbles rested atop her crown. After having repeated the process with conditioner and slathering herself in soap, Kagome rinsed and hopped out of the shower, drying her hair furiously with the large terrycloth towel.
Wrapping said towel firmly around herself, she picked up her clothing and darted out of the washroom. When she connected with something rather solid, however, her attempts to get to her room were thwarted. 'Who put that brick wall there?' was all she could think as she rubbed her head. Looking up from her spot on the ground, she met with Sesshomaru's amused gaze. 'Commence blushing,' Kagome grumbled to herself as she felt her face heat up.
Looking down at his new roommate, Sesshomaru chuckled as she gave him a doe-in-headlights look, blinking in confused shock. His treacherous gaze, though he attempted to make it stay put, strayed to the drooping top of her towel, where a delicious amount of milky cleavage was being so freely exposed. Jerking his eyes away from the wonderful view, he settled for looking at her legs. During her fall, the silly piece of terrycloth must have hiked up for now it rested past mid-thigh and, with the angle her legs were placed, his amber orbs quickly discovered they had a perfect view of… something he wished he hadn't seen, something that was going to make the remainder of the walk to his bedroom much more difficult.
Trying to will away his throbbing erection, Sesshomaru helped her stand and brushed past her, trying not to notice just how smooth her skin was as it slid across his forearm… her dripping wet skin. Growling as his problem became slightly more noticeable he quickly turned into his bedroom, shutting the door with a harsh 'slam'.
Kagome blinked as she watched the door close. What on earth was he all worked up about? Shrugging, she scooted into her own room and shut the door quietly behind her, tossing her towel aside as she made her way toward her dresser. Pulling out a pair of underwear, she turned next to her closet, filled to the brim with her clothing. Finding something she liked, she grabbed a pair of shoes and moved to the bed where she tossed the pile of clothes. Sliding her underwear on, she pulled on her favorite skirt and top combo, moving to the mirror that rested on top of her dresser. Applying a light coat of cherry flavored lip gloss and some black eyeliner, Kagome gave herself a once over, finding she looked acceptable.
Quickly drying her hair, she collected her heels and a few accessories, strolling out of the room and into the front entrance where Naraku and Sesshomaru were waiting for her.
Closing his mouth to stop himself from drooling, Naraku took in her delectable form as she drew nearer. Her small, dainty feet were decorated in a pair of black, open toed heels, her seemingly endless legs being presented wonderfully thanks to the skirt she was wearing. The stretchy fabric of her jean skirt rested perfectly across her voluptuous hips. It was short, but not incredibly so. It was cut at a reasonable length, half way up her thighs, giving a man just enough for an eyeful but taking care not to expose anything essential. Her top was a simple black halter top, the sleek fabric clinging nicely to her well proportioned young body, accenting her curves and small, trim waist. The slit that traveled down the front provided a slight peek at her ample cleavage. On her right wrist a few golden hoops jangled lightly, matching the gold embroidery on the bottom left hand corner of her skirt. Her face was clean of any makeup, though this did nothing to hamper her beauty.
Sesshomaru's thoughts bordered the same as Naraku's as he took in her petite form, trying so very hard not to remember the free peek he had been blessed with. Clearing his throat, he informed her, "We called a few of our friends. They agreed to meet us at the club."
"Your football friends?" Kagome asked, wondering who he meant.
"Yes, as well as a few others. Miroku's girlfriend will be there, and a few other people," he clarified.
Sighing, she thanked heaven that she wouldn't be the only female there tonight. "Finally, another girl! I don't know how much more testosterone I can handle!"
Needing to move before his brain could conjure up yet another delicious scenario involving himself and the lovely young Kagome, Sesshomaru opened the door and held it open as the others stepped out into the hallway, memorizing the hypnotic sway of her hips as she walked toward the elevator.
Kagome could feel herself bobbing anxiously as they neared the club, the loud music blaring in her ears. From the look of the line formed out front, it would be a very long wait. Sighing inside, Kagome's shoulders slumped at the thought of standing for hours out in the cold.
When she noticed that they were heading toward the front of the line, instead of the back, she looked curiously at Naraku, who was wearing a small smirk. "What are you doing?" she whispered.
"I just happen to know that bouncer and, if we're lucky, we won't have to wait in line at all," he replied confidently. Trotting up to the living mass of muscle that stood sternly in front of the door, Naraku disregarded the others in line and smacked him on the shoulder. "It's been a while."
Kagome watched as the gigantic brute turned to her friend, flashing a lopsided grin. This was Naraku's pal from high school? The man looked like an ogre. His oddly colored green hair and incredible size alone made him stick out like a sore thumb. Kagome could have never imagined Naraku spending time with such a beast. Then again, perhaps he had an amazing personality.
She was slightly startled when she was called over to the pair, and shuffled nervously toward them. As she neared the massive man, she couldn't help but begin to fidget, feeling extremely vulnerable standing in the shadow of his looming figure. The top of her head probably would have reached the man's middle, just below his pectorals.
"Kagome this is Kyoukotsu, a friend of mine from years ago," Naraku introduced her to the bouncer.
Smiling, she stuck her hand out, frightened somewhat by his gargantuan size but eager to make new friends. She was surprised when his hand, which was easily twice the size of her own, enveloped hers with extreme tenderness and gave it a brief shake.
"It's nice to meet you, Kagome," he beamed, surprisingly cheery for someone who looked so dangerous. "Is she with you tonight, Naraku?" he questioned, turning back to his male companion.
Nodding, Naraku motioned to Sesshomaru and added, "He's with me too."
Straightening up, Kyoukotsu pulled back the red, velvet rope and stepped aside. "Go right on in," he stated, "don't get too drunk tonight."
Grinning, Kagome thanked him and followed Naraku into the club, Sesshomaru close behind her.
Sifting through the crowds of people, Sesshomaru was finally able to pick out their group, pointing them out to his the other two. "They are in a booth at the back," he told Kagome, who relayed the message to Naraku.
Pushing past the numerous people on the dance floor, the trio made their way toward the back, where their rowdy group was already stirring up trouble.
"Hentai!"
Kagome heard the loud scream even over the pounding beat of the music, followed by a sharp slap. The voice in question was definitely female, and she became antsy, wanting to meet this girl. It was nice hanging with the guys, but she sorely needed a friend of the same sex. Peeking over Naraku's broad shoulder, she spotted Miroku rubbing his cheek, a silly smile plastered across his face. A young woman with long, dark brown hair was glaring at him, arms crossed firmly over her chest and a dangerous look in her narrowed eyes.
Eyes shifting from the female beside him, Miroku leapt up when Kagome came into his line of sight, immediately leaping over the table and running to greet her. Actually it was more of a stumble, signaling that his alcohol intake was already catching up to him. "Kagome!" he yelled loudly, throwing his arms around her and lifting her off the ground.
Growling as a hand grabbed her bottom, she attempted to wriggle an arm free of his bone crushing, drunken hold so that she could slap him. She was beaten to the punch, literally, when the same brunette that had been glaring at him a moment ago rose and bopped him good.
"Leave her alone you pervert," she hissed at Miroku as he released the young, raven haired girl from his grip.
"Why Sango, my dear, you wound me. My intentions were nothing but pure," Miroku whined, placing his hand to his heart in a sign of fake sincerity.
"I'm sure they are, lecher," the brown haired woman mumbled before turning her chocolate orbs toward this newcomer. "Hey, I'm Sango, Miroku's girlfriend."
Accepting the hand offered to her, she gave it a firm shake and responded, "I'm Kagome, Naraku and Sesshomaru's new roommate."
When the woman beamed at her with a genuine smile, Kagome instantly felt a great deal better in knowing that she was no longer the only girl in the group. Her eyes skimmed across the table, looking amusedly at the numerous empty glasses sitting on its surface. Most of the faces she found were familiar, save three. A girl with bright red hair sat beside Kouga, her large green eyes sparkling up at him with adoration. The girl was obviously hooked. Another redhead sat on the other side of Kouga, his mischievous emerald eyes giving him an innocent appeal. Another girl was present beside Bankotsu, one with shoulder length brown hair and warm chestnut eyes. When she graced Kagome with a smile, she found that the younger girl's grin practically lit up her entire face.
"Hi, I'm Rin," greeted the cheerful little being.
Kagome smiled back at her, knowing she would be very easy to get along with. Turning to Kouga, she gave a curious look to the people on either side of him before lifting both brows in question.
Catching her drift, he pointed to the boy at his right and said, "This is Shippou." Turning, he pointed then to the girl at his left, "And this is Ayame."
The redheaded girl grinned lopsidedly at her and wrapped an arm around Kouga's waist, giving him a light squeeze.
Everyone from earlier was present, save Hiten and his brother, Manten. Wondering where exactly they were, Kagome turned to Sesshomaru, who now stood to her left, and asked, "Where are the other two?"
"The Thunder Brothers?" he inquired, lifting a slim silver brow.
Kagome, having learned that 'Thunder Brothers' was a nickname that had been bestowed upon the pair she was referring to, nodded.
"They were unable to make it in tonight. Hiten had to work and Manten was apparently feeling ill," Sesshomaru clarified. Ushering the small woman beside him into the crescent shaped booth, Sesshomaru took a seat next to her and called a waitress over.
While he ordered a beer, Naraku ordered a glass of rye on the rocks, always having been the heavier drinker of the two. Kagome ordered a long island iced tea and a shot of vodka. Sesshomaru mused to himself at that. What would this little woman be like after having had a few? A single thought entered his mind at the question. 'I'll juts have to wait and see, I suppose.'
Polishing off her second drink, not including the shot, Kagome returned to the conversation she had been having with Rin. It had been funny to watch the younger girl launch herself across the table and latch onto Sesshomaru, hugging him for all she was worth. It was quickly explained to her that Rin had always viewed him as an older brother.
"So you've won dance metals?" Rin asked; curiosity clear in her youthful voice.
"Yeah, but it's not that big a deal," she replied, placing a finger to her chin.
"Wow, you must be really good!" Rin praised an adoring look in her eyes.
Blushing profusely, Kagome shook her head, allowing her midnight bangs to cover her eyes. "I'm alright I suppose," she whispered modestly.
"Oh, damn. Why god, why?"
The sudden outburst caused Kagome to turn to the person on her right, who just happened to be Naraku. "What's the matter?" she asked, noticing the frustrated and angry look on his face.
Sighing, Naraku pointed to a woman in the crowd, one wearing a small red dress with jet black hair. "That is what's wrong."
Sesshomaru, wondering what exactly his friend was so distraught about, followed his finger to find the source of his ailment, instantly groaning. "Kagura," he hissed.
"Wait, who's Kagura?" Kagome inquired, speculating why both men would be depressed simply because of the presence of some woman. Did they have a history with her?
"That," Naraku began, referring to the woman in question, "is the spawn of Satan, my ex-girlfriend."
"What happened?"
Placing his chin in the palm of one hand, Naraku explained, "Well, Kagura loves to get what she wants... and I'm no one's lapdog. To sum it all up, after I found out what a bitch she was, I told her I wouldn't take anymore of her crap and she told me to burn in hell. So, as you can probably guess, we don't get along all that well."
Kagome could sense his hate for this woman and, for some reason, she instantly disliked the wretch. Naraku seemed like a nice enough person. Whatever this female had done to make him dislike her to such a degree must have been rather bitchy indeed.
"Well, Naraku, I thought I smelled you," a cold, insulting voice intoned.
Lifting her eyes from their current spot on the table, Kagome was soon pinned with a fiery red glare, one that reminded her of flaring embers. She shuddered under the intensity of said gaze, realizing quickly that she was now face to face with the bitch in which Naraku had just been speaking so 'fondly' of.
Hardening her own gaze to match that of Kagura's, Kagome remained silent as the older woman's eyes traveled up and down her frame before turning to Naraku.
"Is this your new whore?" she spat, her voice tight.
"Why, Kagura, I expected more of you. Being around them all the time I assumed you could tell the difference between a slut and a decent woman. Apparently I put a little too much faith in your intellect," Naraku replied calmly.
"Apparently…" Kagura's scathing voice dripped from her lips. Then, turning to Kagome, she snorted, "I see you've moved down the ladder, though. You're practically a pedophile now, playing around with underage little girls."
"Actually," Kagome butt in, "I'm nineteen."
"Oh, I beg your pardon. I'm terribly sorry, honey. It's just that you look so young with that flat little chest and measly figure," Kagura sneered.
Her attempt at wounding Kagome's pride failed as the younger of the two, knowing she was in no way flat or premature looking, replied "You don't need to apologize, everyone makes mistakes; like the one you made earlier tonight when you decided to try and match pink high heels with a red dress."
Smirk sinking into a frown, Kagura snarled, "Watch it girl, you're treading dangerous waters."
"That's fine," Kagome assured her, "I'm a magnificent swimmer. Now, if all you plan on doing is attempting to insult us, I suggest you leave." She watched with satisfaction as the red eyed woman scowled and turned her back on them, making to leave. Before she did however, the words, "Watch your back," were heard clearly.
When she turned back to look at her friends, she found several pairs of disbelieving eyes set upon her. "What?" she asked confusedly.
Ayame, after having blinked a few times, chirped, "I like this girl already!"
Naraku was next to speak, his words slightly slurred form the amount of alcohol he had consumed. "I never saw that coming! You better keep an eye out, though. Kagura doesn't make empty threats."
Snickering as her raven haired, male companion began to lean to one side, she took another sip of her dirty hooker, finishing off what she believed was her fifth drink, shots not included. Kagome could already feel the heated warmth of drunkenness seeping through her body.
"Well, well, well," a gruff voice broke the momentary silence, "look who it is!"
Sesshomaru sighed as his half-brother stumbled up to him, one arm latched around the waist of his girlfriend, Kikyo. "What do you want, whelp?"
"Now calm down, Fluffy," Inuyasha hollered, obviously drunk, "I just came to say hello and this is the welcome I 'hic' get? You ungrateful son-of-a-bitch!"
"Leave, imbecile, and take your skank with you," Sesshomaru hissed, glaring first at Inuyasha and then at Kikyo.
"Fine then, 'hic' you dick head! I'm too damn cool to hang around you losers anyways!" With that he stumbled off in another direction, most likely the bar.
Kagome saw the look of sheer distaste in Sesshomaru's eyes and asked, "How come you don't like him?"
Sighing, Sesshomaru insisted, "It doesn't matter." Hoping to change the subject and having wanted to ask her since they arrived, he held out a hand to Kagome and asked "Would you like to dance?"
Blushing, Kagome nodded and took his hand, allowing him to lead her out onto the dance floor. After having located a suitable place to dance, the pair drew close to one another, losing themselves to the blaring music and becoming one with the gyrating mass of bodies that littered the dance floor.
Kagome felt her face heat up as she was tugged into a solid, muscular chest, the heat of Sesshomaru's body caressing her like the fingers of a wanton lover. She was surprised to find he was a relatively good dancer, his body mimicking hers for the most part.
The hand that was not on her waist settled gently on her hip, slowly beginning a path upward. As his nimble fingertips traced the outline of her curves, she could feel tiny tremors shaking her alcohol induced body, making her somewhat dizzy. His hand crept up her stomach, under the thin material of her shirt, to skim the bottom of her breast before retreating.
As his hand traveled to her hip and then back up for a second time, Sesshomaru couldn't get over just how right she felt molded against him. Her tiny, miniscule figure pressed so wonderfully into his larger one, and his mind was in the gutter immenently, deducing that she would fit much more nicely against him were they lacking clothes.
She sighed as his hands continued to roam freely, caressing her sensually, though he remained respectful. His fingers were not overly bold, though they were still creation a withering heat in the pit of her stomach, one that she found increasingly hard to ignore. What he was doing to her body was amazing, her every nerve ending alit with desire. Perhaps it was her drunken state… or perhaps he was just extremely good at what he was doing. Either way, she supposed it really didn't matter.
Gasping as she was suddenly twirled to face him, she soon found herself chest to chest with the tall, gorgeous male. His hot breath fanned against her face as he leaned closer, his lips drawing dangerously close to hers. Doing as her body instructed, she found herself leaning in toward him as well, until all she could see were twin pools of amber. Eyes widening a fraction as their lips brushed, Kagome braced herself for whatever was about to come, though it was not what she had expected.
Instead of the soft melding of lips, she was shoved brutally from behind. Slamming into Sesshomaru's chest, Kagome grunted and looked over her shoulder to glare at the offender. When she found Kagura glaring back at her, she whirled around and opened her mouth to ask what exactly her problem was. Before she had the chance, however, Kagura beat her to the punch.
"Watch where you're dancing, bitch!" the red eyed woman sneered.
Having had enough of this woman's attitude, Kagome found her self doing something she never would have, had she been sober. Curling her fingers into a tight fist, she threw said fist into the witch's face, successfully delivering a solid punch directly to the woman's right eye.
Stumbling back a few steps at the unexpected action, Kagura lifted an unbelieving hand to her face, pressing it against the tender area that had just been assaulted. Wincing at the sting now present across her cheekbone and eyebrow, she growled and was about to throw herself at the little whore when a strong grip held her in place.
Tilting her head to the side, she found Naraku giving her an icy look, the threat clear in his voice as he warned, "Do not ever touch Kagome again. If I see you lay a finger on her as of now, I will see to it that you are punished."
"Hitting girls now, Naraku?" Kagura retaliated.
Smirking, he leaned closer, so that his lips were hovering beside her ear, "I might not be able to touch you, but I know a few people who are very capable of handling someone like you."
Fearing for her safety at the sound of malice that laced his voice, Kagura struggled out of his hold and headed for the exit, wanting to leave as fast as possible.
Looking down at his watch, Sesshomaru sighed when he found it to be rather late. He did have to work in the morning and, sadly, it was probably best to go home. The way Naraku was staggering he doubted very much that the boy would be able to stay upright for much longer.
Leaning down to pull one of Naraku's arms over his shoulder, Sesshomaru led both he and Kagome to the exit, finding it somewhat difficult to support his friend when he was dead weight. Whistling for a cab, he pushed Naraku in, helping him sit as he and Kagome slid in as well.
"Is he going to be alright?" Kagome wondered aloud as she looked at the swaying Naraku.
Before Sesshomaru could respond, Naraku was throwing his hands in the air, one successfully smacking his silver haired friend across the cheek. "I'm fantastic! Never felt better in my whole life!" the crimson eyed male announced.
Kagome watched as he rocked back and forth, wincing as he cracked his head hard against the cab window. "Didn't that hurt?" Kagome inquired.
"Did what hurt?" Naraku asked, looking at her rather oddly.
"When you hit your head," she clarified.
"I never hit my head," he quickly protested.
"Yes you did, just now," she argued.
Smiling crookedly, Naraku slurred, "Kagome, I think you have had a little too much to drink."
Silly Naraku. It looks like he had a little too much rye. Anyways there is the third chapter for you, the fourth will be up really soon, I promise.