A/N: Goodness gracious I am as lit as a Christmas tree. Wow, I typed that perfectly. Anyways, I have no idea what I'm saying except for the fact that this story is my favorite and I thank Nekomimimode for all her hard work. Enjoy and if there are mistakes, you know why.
Chapter 3
No...
Sesshomaru guzzled down the rest of his scotch, the burning liquid rushing past his throat and down his jugular, in a painful torture. Not that he wasn't used to drinking such strong alcohol; it was more of the fact of the young woman that had just entered the vicinity, was giving the alcohol its new effects.
Her scent was so much like her mother's he could hardly inhale the scent of the girl's father at all. If humans were able to reproduce without mating, he would have suspected that his miko had done just so; because there was no trace of any other blood flowing within the young woman other than that of his miko – his Kagome which he was too dumb to hold onto.
Too scared to keep her in his life.
Just as well he thought.
Sesshomaru envision the young human treating his miko with love and respect. Adoration and constant flattering and spoilage; it brought him an odd sense of relief but at the same time, the pain that tore at his guts was like sharp knives.
I could have done all that for her.
I could have loved her more than anyone can…but alas. Even admitting that to himself, the DaiYokai realized that he had failed to achieve what he wanted most.
As he watched the young girl openly flirting with the young man that had escorted her into the club as well as any other male around, Sesshomaru felt his ire rising. And it made him wanted to go across the room and slap some senses into her.
What was she thinking? He thought.
But the way she looked, an exact resemblance, a splitting image of his young miko. He felt a silent torture contortion that sliced through his body, preventing him from approaching her.
Watching her he began to wonder what would have been if he had stood up to what his heart had wanted.
What would have been and had mated the miko, and had impregnated her?
What would their daughter look like?
A young hanyou?
Silver haired like his younger half-brother, InuYasha?
Or raven haired like her mother?
How he longed for what could be.
Sesshomaru took one last glimpse of the young girl, catching a wink from her. Quickly turning away from her gaze he rose, and with a sadness that had become a small familiar shadow in his life, Sesshomaru proceeded towards the door. Hoping Ayame would be out of the ladies' room by the time he reached the exit.
A yard from reaching his destination, someone grabbed him by the arm.
No, not someone, the young girl.
He knew without having to turn around to look at her. Her scent was undeniable, unforgettable – just as her mother's scent had never left him. Even in his unconsciousness.
"Hey there stranger," her voice was utterly annoying from the amount of sweetness she'd purposely put into it.
It made him wonder, what was Kagome doing that her daughter was prancing around like whore? He was surprised to discover that he was shaking from head to foot – with burning hot rage from her actions. Whipping his body around, he grabbed her hard by the wrist.
Rin could see his mouth thinning as well as the the warning glint in his rapidly darkening eyes. She wondered then if she'd made the wrong choice in approaching him so fast, so boldly. And to her own shock, she was holding her breath, waiting. Almost as though she was hoping that he too would fall under her spell and charms as most men had.
He wanted to yank her out of that place, away from all the assholes and perverts that were leering after her. Their arousal for her was evident and clouded his senses like dark smoke.
"Hey, let go of her!" One of the guys came running toward them, sending off his offensive aura, threatening the DaiYokai with his piece (okay, gun) hanging on the side of his hips.
As if she'd won the battle, Rin smiled gleefully at the DaiYokai. He hadn't anticipated getting into any confrontation with anyone. Hell, the whole meeting her was not something he'd anticipated or wished upon himself.
The DaiYokai rued the day he'd run into her on the highway.
After returning home, he had gone to do something he hadn't done in almost two decades. He went into the corner of his closet and pulled out the little box in which held the miko's outfit from their lunch that Saturday afternoon.
The same day that he'd broke both their hearts.
At least, he knew his was broken.
"Hey, are you deaf? I said, Let. Her. Go!"
Sesshomaru narrowed his ambers at the thug approaching him, freezing the young man in his steps. When he turned around he saw that the girl was looking at him, with those eyes…....those captivating eyes. That spoke volumes, they were identical to the ones that his miko had.
Flashback…
The way her eyes had flickered when she challenged and provoked him. Her determination and impudence got his blood boiling, but not from anger. Others might have angered him acting the way she did, but not her – she ignited a fire in him that he didn't know existed.
So he did what shocked him more than she could ever know, he leaned in to kiss her.
Her lips were soft and eager; the taste of her was sweet and charming. She was surprised when he had lean in to kiss her. He knew from the nerves running through her body, her eyes were wide – the biggest he'd ever seen. He hadn't expected to enjoy the kiss as much as he was. He was playing along with her game, trying to scare her back into submission. To make her realized that she really didn't mean what she said, that the things he would do to her were going to be things she'd liked. But more shockingly, he didn't expect to like the taste of her as much as he did. And the intended short kiss had turned into something more passionate, more deep.
She was willing, her passion ardent. Already he caught scent of her arousal which, for the first time with a woman felt like a drug to him. Coaxing, enticing him - and how he longed to have a taste of this drug.
A taste of her.
Her arms welcomed him in to her. Her fingers grasping onto his shirt for support while she tip-toed to keep her lips latched onto his. Soft moans were escaping Kagome's throat, her nipples had hardened and were now pressed against the frame of his body. Urgently she wound her arms around his body holding him to her.
Slow down baby, he muttered in his mind. But his breathing was now hot and heavy. Slow down…. By now Sesshomaru wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.
He continued to move his mouth to cover hers with a fusion of warmth. Their touch was so soft and sweet, a gentle moving of mouths. Lips caressed tenderly back and forth, leaning and discovering the feel of each other. Then his tongue swept boldly inside of her mouth sending a thousand shivers down her spine, and the hairs on her neck standing at attention.
She opened more impatiently, welcoming his persuasive invasion. Moaning softly when he began trailing kisses down the gentle column of her throat. Kagome could feel the heated warmth between her thighs, and stepped further into his embrace.
His mouth moved upwards from her jaw line toward her ear where he then covered it entirely, blowing softly inside. Kagome began to tremble uncontrollably at the sensation.
The heat of his arousal uncomfortable against the cotton fabric of his briefs, it ached like no pain he's ever felt before.
Gods above, where did she learn to kiss like this? It was as if she'd been aching for him for half a lifetime, starving for him.
She was nothing but an immature and perhaps very romantic young woman, idealistic of love and sex as one thing. Without love, there can be no sex and vice versa; does he really want to be the one to ruin her beliefs?
NO.
Slowly, and gently he eased away from her. She flinched from his sudden retreat plus the unexpected bereft feeling that washed through her. Biting her tongue lest she give away her feelings, of how much she longed to be in his arms again.
She stood frozen while he stared at her.
Then with a last glance, he turned his heels and left her standing in the middle of the apartment. Leaving her wondering what the hell went wrong?What was wrong with her? Why didn't want her?
But what she didn't know was that it wasn't because he did not want her, it was because he had wanted her too much. He'd been a worldly man, experienced in many things; one of which included sexual pleasure…....but never had he felt anything like the way he felt just by kissing her.
He could see the hurt in eyes when he'd pulled away. But if he hadn't he might just might have done something reckless, that he would never be able to change.
End Flashback
Rin was frozen as his darkened eye froze her in place, and then with a hard squeeze on her wrist, he let her loose with a light push making her stagger backwards. Sesshomaru realized that the look on her face was the same one that her mother had worn those years ago. Without betraying his feelings to others, he turned his heels and walked out the front door.
Her smile of victory earlier quickly turned into an upset frown as she turned to slap the thug that was trying to save her across the face.
"You dumbass!" She Sesshomaru heard him let out a soft whimper like a wounded puppy, as he exited the building. "Who do you think you are? If I wanted your help, I'll ask for it!"
When the thug saw that she was making a bee-line for the DaiYokai again, he quickly snatched her upper arm and yanked her back. "Where do you think you're going?"
"Away from you! Dummy!"
"No, you're not."
She yanked her arm free from him and glared him down with a set of blue eyes.
"You're not my father, you can't stop me!" She challenged.
"You came out with me, and you will go home with me!" He leaned forward grabbing her by the wrist, and began to pull her back toward their table.
"Let me go you fucking jerk!" Rin screamed.
The noises in the club muffled out most of her high pitch yelling, and others who were witnessing the scene assumed it to be a lover's quarrel.
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Outside of the lounge, Sesshomaru tapped his claws impatiently on the steering wheel waiting for Ayame to come out of the place.
What is it that women do in there that takes so long? he wondered. How many times do they have to reapply their make-up? Was it all really necessary?
He was impatient to get home and relax and forget the girl. The evening coming out with Ayame had not gone the way she had hoped it would for him. But being friends for many decades he wasn't going to fault her, and because he had often viewed her as his younger sister, there was a soft spot he had for her. That she could always get what she wanted from him.
Trying to pass the time more quickly, Sesshomaru closed his eyes and memories began to flood once more into his brain like tsunami.
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FLASHBACK CONT'D…
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When he made his way back toward his office, his mind was hazy and his body burned. Burned to touch and feel her again, wanting to take them to completion into the world of ecstasy.
All alone, she and him....He could do anything that her fantasy could conjure up. He wanted to make her dreams come true, because she was calling to him...With her voluptuous body and that those silent pleading musty scent coming from between her legs.
He wanted to be the answer to that alluring scent.
No, I can't do it.Sesshomaru steadied himself.
As a man - a DaiYokai he enjoyed sex more so than most humans, and was much harder for his kind to be sated. Generally he avoided virgins because he knew the consequences of woman's emotions toward the man they lose their virginity to. And he was never one to care about a woman's emotional state of mind.
He hated the idealistic views of the physical relationship young, inexperienced women conjured up in their minds. The ones that dreamed that sex could only be allowed into their lives, only if it was wrapped in a pretty package of love.
Sesshomaru enjoyed keeping his 'relationships' casual, more of 'acquaintances with benefits' than anything. Of course he'd also enjoyed buying them gifts here and there. It often kept them happy, and a happy woman makes for a wonderful bed partner.
But he wasn't going to even think about the young miko that way. No, he was going to keep away from her. Already she seemed far more troublesome than she was worth.
At least that's what he told himself.
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Days gave way to weeks, and yet the image of her still haunted his mind. The taste of her was still on his lips, and there wasn't anything he could do to stop the intrusive nuisance.
Perhaps it was infatuation that kept her pounding at his memories, or perhaps it was the fact that he'd told himself specifically that she was 'off-limits'. Whatever the case, his body and mind wouldn't stop urging him to see her, to taste her, and to touch her once again.
It's not fair to her, she's far too young.
Too inexperienced to be tainted by the likes of you.
But when all means of efforts to stop thinking about her failed, he thought to put an end to it.
He was going to prove to himself and his beast that upon seeing her, the hunger would die and that she was just another woman. No a very young woman, but that wouldn't matter because she wasn't anyone special.
Not in the slightest.
Not a friendship.
Not a relationship, even if it might be purely sexual- especially if it was purely sexual.
He would see her after his meetings were done. He'd see her tonight, to prove to his beast that he was right all along. That she only just seemed more desirable than she really was.
Impatient with his mood, he was more irritable at his staff than they deserved. Feigning interest he dropped into the chair, rolling back and forth of its bronze casters as the employees droned on and on about the numbers and such. Sure, it was important, but not as important as his proving of how wrong his obsession had been.
He had to get it done and over it.
Now.
He stood abruptly with resolve, his hand dismissive as he told them he had to leave on an emergency.
He would go to see her.
Right at this moment.
It was madness to leave in the middle of a meeting, but now was the time to press his case. He might have the urges to fuck her senseless, but he wasn't going to do that. He was going to see her, feel nothing and leave.
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Her small apartment complex was secured with a large gate guarding the front entrance. It separated the loud complex from the University branches that lined the street.
He hadn't noticed the apartment neighborhood was lacking before. But as he walked closer to where her scent was, he felt that her the place was not well equipped for someone as pretty as she was.
What am I saying? He redirected his thoughts toward his goal again.
Taking a few quick glances around with no one in sight, he hopped over the iron gates and walked toward the stairs. He took the stairs to her second floor apartment two at a time, and knocked on her door. He heard quiet shuffling inside and water running.
She's in the shower, perhaps you should go home. His beast whispered in his mind.
-No. I'm going to get this over with and be done with it.
Suit yourself….
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Kagome exited her bathroom after her shower and was surprised to find him inside her apartment, and her with only a towel on. She was shocked– but not scared. He didn't want to explain himself to her that he'd freely decided to leap up to her terrace and let himself inside her apartment. But her questioning gaze had him answering before he could stop his blabbering mouth.
"Your sliding door was not locked" He announced as if that was the front entrance into her little space.
"Uh…..huh…." She gave her glass door a brief glance, while her voice was clear that she wasn't buying into whatever excuses he had to offer. "You know its okay to admit that you miss me." She said without looking at him as she held her right arm over her towel and arched her feet up to color her toes.
The sight of her inner thighs had his mind and shaft reeling out of control. "Miko," he called his voice half-caught in his throat.
"The name is Kagome, not 'miko'." She stopped her nail-polishing and tossed a glance his way. "So what are you here for anyway? Can't stop thinking about me, or are you here to charge me for your damaged shirt?" Her questioning was a tease, but it was hard for him to refrain from telling her that what he wanted had nothing to do with his shirt. What he wanted had everything to do with her.
Fighting with his mind and body, it took him a moment to realize that the ringing wasn't in his head, but coming from the phone hanging on his belt. He looked at it and saw her crossing her arms, and decided the phone could wait.
"Aren't you going to answer that?" She asked when he made no move to pick up the receiver.
"No. I did not come here to talk on my phone."
"Oh? Well then, what are you here for?"
Cat's got your tongue now?His conscience mocked.
Just as he was racking his brain for an answer his phone rang again, giving him the perfect excuse – even if he was being contradicting.
"Excuse me. It must be something important at the office" he apologized walking away.
"By all means, don't let me interfere with your work." She scoffed, but he'd already gone out the terrace and leaped off onto the ground. "I mean, after all, you just showed up at my apartment, barged-in unannounced then take off with your cell phone. Yeah, no problem at all. Pssssh all the University boys do that all the time to me…" She had her own conversation with herself as she walked into her tiny bedroom to put some clothes on.
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Really, he didn't want to go back to her apartment. Only because he knew the inevitable was going to happen.
He was going to fuck her until Kingdom come.
But he didn't want to be a coward, even if she knew how scared he was of touching her that way.
It had been at least thirty minutes since he'd left, and he'd been sitting in his car after the very short phone call from his PA. Deciding that he was as fearless as people made him out to be, he got out of his car and made his way back toward her place.
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This time he used her front door, knocking on it loud enough for her to hear through whatever it was she was doing. He really didn't want to eavesdrop but he couldn't help but hear her letting out a little sigh, and taking a deep breath before shuffling her body toward the door.
The door opened with slight clicks of the dead bolt and bottom locks; Kagome flung the door wide open. Then turned to walk back toward her little dining table where he noticed her books and papers were strewn all over the place.
He also noticed that she had yanked her hair through some hair tie forming a graceless ponytail, and she was now wearing some sweats and extra large T-Shirt. Seeing her in that oversized shirt he felt a slight feeling of anger of the thought of the shirt belonging to another man. Someone she was seeing, holding, touching, kissing, the thought made his blood rise to unbearable level. Especially for the fact that she felt comfortable enough to wear his shirt around her house in his presence.
Swallowing his damaged pride and anger, Sesshomaru stepped inside her tiny apartment and closed the door.
You have no reason to be upset, his conscience reminded him. And by the Kami, she's like a child!! What the hell do you think you're doing still in her apartment? Look at this place! It's like a dump!! A city trash dump!!
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!!
"Have a seat, make yourself at home. Although, I think you've already done that. Always get your way and what you want huh?" She stated matter-of-factly. "I'd offer you something to drink, but since you're already so comfortable, I figure you can get it yourself." She smiled then and sat back into her chair near the small round table with her books. He watched as if fascinated as she untwisted the cap and took a sip from the bottle of water.
He was standing near the couch, staring at the few photographs of her family and friends on the small end table as she spoke. She realized at the moment for someone she so carelessly let into her home and life, she didn't even know his name. Yet, before she could ask the question, he turned and spoke.
"Is this your family?" He asked in a soft, but deep rich strong voice.
She breathed raggedly trying to steady her nerves. Her exterior may be confident and relax, but inside she was ready to turn into mush.
"Yes" Kagome answered, getting up from her chair to stand beside him. "That's my younger brother Souta, my mom, and grandpa."
"Where is your dad?"
"In here" she pointed at her heart.
Sesshomaru stood, baffled by her answer and action. However, before he could ask what she meant by it, she stopped him by asking the question her anticipated and somewhat feared.
"So what are you doing here?"
He turned and glanced absently at the pictures she had hanging on her wall.
'I want us to have a relationship' was what he wanted to say as he turned to face her.
He had rehearsed the scene in his mind a thousand times while sitting in his car, it had sounded so perfect then. He would ask her to be his; it would be uncomplicated sex no strings attached relationship. He would make sure she was well taken care of, and keep her in the laps of luxury. In return and she would be his whenever he wanted, however he wanted. They would both get what they wanted. He would have her and she wouldn't have to worry or fuss about money and she could just focus on her studies.
All he could summon up was the word 'relationship'.
"Relationship? Are you asking me out mister…?"
"Sesshomaru. Just Sesshomaru, please." His tone was way too casual and business like, though he tried not to sound that way.
"Okay, Sesshooooomarruuuuuu, are you asking me out?"
"No. Yes. Well, yes and no."
She had to laugh at his discomfort. For a mature man, and she had no doubt that he had his share of beautiful woman at his beck and call. She had to wonder what it was about her that had him acting like a nervous teenager.
"So, is it yes or no? I'm Kagome, by the way."
"Yes, I know."
"Well, then why do you insist on calling me 'miko'?" Being a college student she figured her information wasn't hard to obtain, especially for someone like him.
"Aren't you?"
"Yes, I am a miko. Raised on a family Shrine, but that doesn't mean it's my name" her voice was like soft caresses across his skin. "Anyway," Kagome arched an eyebrow at him. Trying to fill the nervousness of her heart with something because underneath her over-sized T-shit and loose sweats she was completely naked and her body was already responding to him – to his eyes – as they evaluated her all over.
He cleared his throat, wondering why his well-rehearsed words were so difficult to utter, or so difficult to understand. The last thing he wanted her to feel was that he somehow was treating her like a whore of some kind.
He wasn't.
A 'playboy' as some might consider him to be. However he was never one to treat someone disrespectfully, nor keen on breaking hearts. And with this young woman, this girl, this Kagome, he knew between them there would be intense passion and ecstasy. He could show her a world that she would never know existed; a world none of the young college boys can even conjure up in their imaginations; a world where she would be his and his alone.
Did it make him a horrible person to admit that he would be, and could be the only man to bring her the pleasures that her body would crave, wanted, and needed? That regardless of what she thought she wanted, he'd do everything in his power to show her that he was what she really wants? He tried, but couldn't bring himself to alter his decision to claim her as his; even knowing that it might be wrong.
That it was wrong.
In truth, what he really wanted – more than anything- was to grab the scruff of her neck and drag her to his penthouse where he'd keep her until his appetite was sated.
That he acknowledged, could take quite some time.
She might be a young college student barely an adult, but she was smart enough, and strong enough to tell him 'no' if she so desired. After all, he wasn't going to force himself on her!!
You are still not being fair to her…
As far as he was concerned, that was all the fairness she would get. A simple 'no' would suffice.
Kagome desired him with all the innocent hunger of a young girl's awakening sexuality, and he was equally drawn by longing to her as she was to him. This time when he'd ask himself the question, his answer had been yes. Yes he was ready to be that for her, in return she would be just the same for him and so much more. She was an adult, an Honor Student far capable of making decisions for herself.
All he had to do was ask.
Right?
She watched as he was visually fighting with himself over something she could not comprehend. If she was right, it had to be something about her. She was young, and even though he probably did not look his age, in fact she was sure he did not look his age. She knew he was far older than she.
But age is just a number isn't it?
She wanted him, desired him, and needed him like she needed the will to live. Never in her life had she felt so strongly about the opposite sex. Boys will be boys and they will come and go, but he was no 'boy'. He was a full grown man, a DaiYokai no less and she didn't hesitate for a second how willing she was to give herself to him. Or for him to have her, she knew it was a decision that she would never regret.
But if she was having anything not to regret over then she had better hop to it soon, because it didn't look like he had the will to do it. He probably thought she was too young, too inexperienced, and perhaps even too immature.
Well, she'll show him.
Kagome walked toward him, her hips swaying back and forth with purpose, closing the distance between the two of them. Her hand brushed up his forearm stroking the delicate, sensitive hairs on his body. Making him tremble wildly without knowing why he should do so.
For Kami's sakes, he was a grown man with experience yet was rendered speechless under a spell of a virgin.
"You smell nice" She whispered softly pressing her face a little closer to his chest. "Just like you did last time, your scent…...it's full of you…...and only you"
"Kagome…"
There was a smooth, liquid sensuality in the way he mouthed her name, a spellbinding dark magic that somehow paralyzed her so that she couldn't move. He curled his fingers around her little wrist and tugged her into his embrace.
Her eyes, already huge from the excitement and anticipation, widened even further when she saw the look that leaped fiercely into Sesshomaru's own eyes. The look of a hunter, a male animal aroused, dangerous, and silently waiting to pounce its prey.
"Have you any idea what you do to me?" he asked her with a soft savagery that made her whole body shudder.
She felt as though she'd been playing with fire and now was getting burned, and Heavens it was such a pleasurable burn. It was an ache she'd been waiting to have soothed for so long; she couldn't find the words to speak, anything to reply to him.
She was helplessly mute within his arms.
"No?" He mouthed her denial for her when she shook her head.
His hand moved to hold the side of her neck, tipping it back ever so softly. His thumb rimmed the shape of her ear, sending shower of pleasure darting over her skin. The heat of his breath as he bent his head toward her scorched her senses.
"Perhaps, I should show you..." he moaned.
Their bodies were close, so close that she could feel his heat – and more. Automatically she tensed against her awareness of his arousal, her virgin shocked reaction to a man's sexuality. But beneath that reaction running hot and wild, was a river flooding with sensations that she wanted him to relieve.
She was lost forever as his mouth brushed hers in a gentle stroke, testing intimacy. Whatever he was testing, she had passed. He moaned low in his chest, the loveliest sound she'd ever heard from a man. His arms slid down her back and tightened as his tongue went deep into her cavern.
She'd kissed a few guys before, in High School while dating, but never ever had any of them done it in such concentrated pent-up need as he was doing to her. He was skilled at what he did, and she tried to return his enthusiasms as their tongues met and danced. Their tongues separated to seek the insides of the others cavern, probing, and sucking. He tilted his head against hers to find new variations of their perfect fit.
She thought to be having the best dream that she could recall, but he assured her that he was real. Very, very real when he pressed even closer to her and pushed his hands under her large T-Shirt, stroking the skin bit by bit. A tingle spread from beneath his fingers, as if he was infused with electricity and she thought to be shocked to death.
He was pushing her T-shirt up her belly, and he was uncannily quick with his hands because her T-shirt was gone.
Baring her naked breasts to his view.
"Look at you," he breathed. Both thumbs sweeping across the top arc of her breasts, she held her breath as he bent his head.
His mouth fastened on to one peak, she was lost in the way his mouth covered over her skin but she didn't miss a thing. Not even the slightest touches and caresses of his second hand, roaming about her body.
He kissed her breasts, each one in turn and then each nipple. Slowly laving the aching peaks, she shivered in mute ecstasy. He was really pressing into her now, and this time she could really feel all of him. Not only was he harder than the eighteen-year-old boys she'd gone on dates and played around with, he was seriously hung.
Like a virgin dewy-eyed ingénue, she found herself wondering if he in fact fulfilled her fantasy. How the hell would he fit?
To hell with that, she resolved.
I'd make him fit and enjoy….every rock-hard inch.
Her nails clawed his back through the dress shirt on his body, echoing the intensity she was felling. Impatiently she tugged at the soft fabric of his shirt.
Against her ear she could hear him asking, his voice rasped from forcefully controlled passion, "Kagome, are you sure this is what you want? Because if it isn't and you don't…..you need….to tell me now…"
How could he even ask such a question?
Couldn't the damn DaiYokai see?
Tell?
Feel?
For Kami's sakes, she knew he was a dog-demon which meant his nose had to be sensitive so he must have caught the scent of her soaking wet panties
"I want you Sesshomaru" She reassured his doubts. "I want you now."
Without another second wasted, he lifted her and carried her swiftly into her little bedroom.
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End Continued Flashback...(for now)...
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Upon opening his eyes leaving his memories once more, he saw Ayame approaching toward their car.
Except she wasn't alone.
The young girl was with her, smiling, laughing as they chit-chatted their way toward his vehicle.
With a growl he burst his door open and stepped out, sending a warning glare at her. Crossing his arms over his chest, Ayame knew he was demanding an explanation from her .
What the hell was she doing with her he wanted to know.
"Wait here a second," Ayame told Rin softly as she headed toward Sesshomaru's warning stance.
"What do you think you're doing?" he growled.
"Giving her a ride home?" She answered with a pleading smile.
"I amnot giving her a ride home. She found a way to come here on her own, she can find a way back wherever it was that she came from."
"Come on, Sesshomaru! Her date was an asshole and if she goes home with him, who knows what he'll do to her!"
"What he will or won't do to her, is none of my concern. Besides which, the way she's dressed and carried herself, it's not like she's asking to be treated respectably."
"You can't judge a book by its cover. She's young, she probably needs someone to teach her the ways."
"This Sesshomaru isn't volunteering. Her mother and father can do that."
They were too busy in their heated debate to have heard the little soft footsteps approaching until, "My parents are dead.." Rin's voice burned his ears.
Dead….His miko was dead……?
~Ts