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Kagome almost purred as she tilted her head further back into the daiyoukai's hands. Standing between his legs in the swirling water, his powerful claws gently massaging her scalp as he washed her long raven hair.

She had insisted that he look away earlier as she discarded her bra and underwear once in the water. Allowing her this privacy, Sesshomaru made his way to a rock where he could sit partially in the water and wash her hair. "This will provide her with the privacy she seems to require while still allowing me access to her," he thought. He had kept his own undergarment on, not wanting to startle her or have her give in to her modest nature too much. And there was definitely a great amount to be startled at — especially for a modest virgin like Kagome.

Her back to him, she closed her eyes and sighed at the gentle, but firm, touch. Sesshomaru smiled, rather pleased with himself that he was doing what appeared to be an excellent job pampering his miko.

Kagome peeked an eye open and caught his carefree upside-down grin. "Someone's happy," she stated, keeping only one eye open. Sesshomaru started, surprised he had missed her looking at him. He had been so focussed on ensuring her enjoyment that he had completely missed her watching him.

Leaning over her so their faces were exact opposites, he bent down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. "Indeed," he whispered against her, before sitting back upright. "Rinse."

Kagome smiled at his command and dipped her head under water. When she resurfaced, her hair bubble free, Sesshomaru reached for one of the bottles Kagome had chosen earlier. Tilting the bottle over her, he let the conditioning oil drip down her long hair and over her shoulders — his eyes wide in appreciation as the oil slid down the tops of her breast and into the water. "One thing at a time. One thing at a time," he repeated to himself in his head as he brought his eyes back to her long and tangled mane. Gently, he ran his fingers through her hair, carefully working the knots out of its length until it lay like silk against his hands. He piled her hair on top of her head and pinned it there.

With her hair no longer there to provide a curtain between her very naked form and Sesshomaru's eyes, the miko unconsciously placed her hands over her "accidentally" oiled breasts.

Sesshomaru, noticing her modest stance, slipped off the rock and sank lower in the water. He tilted his head and kissed at the back of Kagome's slick neck. He smiled against her warm skin as he felt her relax into him and heard her let out a soft moan. Moving his skilled lips to her ear, he nibbled lightly on it and whispered, "I need to wash the rest of you, my shy Kagome."

He felt her blush coming on before he saw it. Playfully, he clicked his tongue at her. "Uh, uh, uh, Kagome. I told you I would treat and pamper you the way you were meant to be treated and pampered. What kind of treatment would it be if I did not wash you completely? Besides, you should know me well enough to know that I never do anything partially."

Kagome looked over her shoulder and blushed even harder at the look Sesshomaru was giving her. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders. She knew this was one battle she would not win. "Ok, fine. I do know you better than to try and argue with you on this point," she conceded, expecting him to wash her there with her body somewhat concealed by the water.

Washing her in the water, however, was not what Sesshomaru intended. With a gasp from the naked miko, he swept her into his arms and carried her like a princess to the shallow end of the pool, setting her very delicately on a rock.

"Sessh...Sesshomaru!" The miko stammered out. Her hands ready to fly up and cover herself, only to be met with resistance yet again. His hands had hers pinned at her sides. "Please," he almost whined, "let me look at you and bathe you." She opened her mouth to protest, but his hands suddenly stroking the outsides of her legs made a moan come out instead. He smiled at her, knowing the battle had been won.

Somehow on their trip across the pool, or perhaps before it even began — Kagome really wasn't sure — Sesshomaru had managed to grab the bottle of oil from before. Keeping eye-contact, he opened the bottle and drizzled the remaining contents over her shoulders, down her arms, back up to her breast where it dripped and ran down her stomach, and finished the bottle off over her strong legs.

He moved his hands back to her legs, knowing this was a safe area. "After all, have I not carefully licked and cleaned wounds on these legs before?" Kagome's shy smile told him he could continue as she closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation. He took the moment to drink in her glowing skin. Tight and soft. Strong and gentle. His to do with as he pleased.

Her breathing quickened as his strong hands massaged the oil into her thighs, trailing his soft fingers down her calfs, wrapping his hands around one and running them up her leg and then repeating the motion on the other. He focused on her legs until the oil was completely soaked up.

Then he shifted his attention to her arms. This time he started at the bottom of her limb. Delicately massaging her hands, then moving to her forearms, and finally her upper arms, rubbing a kneading until her limbs were like putty in his strong hands.

As his hands moved to her shoulders, his eyes drank in her milky skin and his arousal strained against the garment he now desperately wished he had discarded earlier. Her breathing was shallow and fast and her breasts heaved with each shuddering breath. He nudged her legs apart, their position now the opposite of the one they began in. He stood in the water between her legs, facing her, as she sat on a rock, her hands slightly behind her to steady herself.

He longed to cup her breasts. Restraining, he moved seamlessly from her shoulders to her toned stomach. Her eyes fluttered in surprise at the change in direction. She had been so certain he would go to her clearly needy breasts. He glanced up, eyes meeting again. "Not yet," he answered the question in her eyes. "If I do not finish washing the rest of you, I never will." She nodded slightly, her mouth partially open, her breath still short and fast.

"Turn around." His voice was deep with lust.

"Wh...what?" She looked at him, her eyes brimming with curiosity and a tinge of uncertainty.

"I have to wash your back."

"Oh! Right!" Kagome smiled at him and, drawing her knees under her, she turned around.

Sesshomaru almost lost what little self-control he had left at the new view he received. Her back was strong and toned, but it was the way her ass sat lightly atop the bottoms of her feet that had his inner beast fighting to get out. "How did I not think about her rear in all of this?" He mentally chastised himself for his lack of foresight.

The great and powerful daiyoukai, the Lord Sesshomaru, actually had to close his eyes for a moment, take a breath, and clear his head before he could proceed to touch her.

He started at her shoulders, running his hands down the sides of her back, tracing the delicate curves of her body, carefully not to graze her perfect behind. Adding more pressure, he moved his hands closer in to her spine and repeated the motion. Her skin was warm and slick against his touch and he could hear her softly moan his name as he massaged her deep aching muscles. He worked the archers' knots out of her muscles until he couldn't take it any more. Slowly, he ran his claws gently over her ass. She jumped slightly against the touch, and then, much to Sesshomaru's surprise, she leaned forward slightly, resting on her hands in front of her.

"Oh, Kagome…" Sesshomaru moaned against clamped teeth.

Realizing just how tantalizing her position must be to the dog youkai, she turned around. "I'm sorry, Sesshomaru. Should I not do that until later?" She asked him in an almost teasing manner.

Words escaped him, and all he could do was swallow and nod, the struggle against his inner beast apparent by the sweat on his brow, his trembling hands, the flecks of ruby in his eyes, and the elongated markings on his cheeks.

"Oh, my Sesshomaru," she purred. "Soon, I promise." With her words, she slipped off the rock, the water lapping at her hips, as she took his hands in hers. "Besides, I think you forgot something," the mischief clear in her voice.

"Oh?" Sesshomaru, gaining control over his beast, asked — his eyebrow arched perfectly.

"Oh, yes." And without another word, Kagome brought his hands to her breasts. His eyes widened as he met her gaze — all signs of embarrassment gone. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips as he attended to her.

She moaned softly and pressed her body into his. Her body on fire from his skillful hands. Wrapping one arm around her arched back, he maneuvered them into the deeper water, using his free hand to release her thick hair.

Unable to take the sensations any longer, she pulled his face up to meet hers, and her lips crashed hungrily against his. He bit and nibbled as his hands continued to roam her body. She moaned against him.

Gasping for breath, she pulled away. "Please, Sesshomaru, please. I can't wait any longer." She begged him as her eyes clouded with lust and desire.

Leaning his head down to kiss along her throat and chest, he smiled. Mumbling in to her supple flesh, "Very well, my Kagome," she moaned when he called her his, "but first, we really must rinse you. Then, I promise you, then we will go to bed."