Silver Moon Chapter 6 : A too comfortable

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.

Claimer: Sheba and Sasha are mine.

NOTE: this story takes place before Sesshomaru's mother was revealed. She is not alive in this story.

Sesshomaru was impressed with her small home, from what he could tell she had been highly successful. He had many questions though. She was standing in front of him clearly unsure of what to do next.

"Where am I", He broke the silence.

"The same area we were in before, just 500 years in the future, and we call it Tokyo." Sheba lead him to the kitchen. "Too kill time I went to the store and got some food. You can take shower or bath while I cook dinner."

"Where is you bath house?" he looked around.

"Oh, um I have a tub and a standing shower. Here let me show you", Sheba gave him a tour of the large apartment. She explained the T.V., his bed in the guest room. She had even purchased him some clothes that he could wear while his regular clothes dried.

Sesshomaru was fascinated by the hot shower, it was wonderful. Then, there were the cleansing liquids. Sheba had called them shampoo and conditioner, and then there were her washes and lotions. Now, he wrapped the towel around his waist and took account of the clothing she had provided him: a pair of boxers, a black Tee-shirt, socks, and a pair of dark green P.J. pants. She said these would be comfortable to sleep in and that she had more clothes for him. He pulled the clothing on and was surprised that they fit well. He opened the door of the guest room and was hit by the scent of the food before he could step into the hallway.

"Dinner is ready", she called softly to him.

"What is it?" he asked skeptically as he entered the room.

"Spaghetti and meatballs with some garlic bread. I also made some gnocchi with cream sauce." Sheba smiled proudly. "Go on, try it."

Sesshomaru sat at the table and delicately nibbled the food. His eyes widened, it was delicious. He had never had anything like it. "Where did you learn to make this?" he ask trying not to inhale the pasta and dumplings.

"My adopted mother was an immigrant from a place called America. The food is different but good." Sheba began to eat.

"You were adopted?" he stopped.

"Yes, I was only a few months old. I don't really know anything about my real parents, but I was raised by a kind woman who was unable to have children of her own." Sheba looked away.

"Have I intruded on a sensitive topic?" he lifted a brow; her scent was flooding with despair.

"She was an amazing mother but she passed recently. That's why Kagome is all I have", she took a large bite.

"What do you plan to do?"

"First, I have to have a will drawn up and get all of my finances in order. I own this apartment so it and all my other valuables and money will go to her. I also need to get my car set up to go to her. But I have already contacted a lawyer. This, reminds me. My appointment will be the day after tomorrow. I will probably be gone most of that day. So tomorrow we will just have to chill here." She spoke well affirmed of herself.

"Chill? Your language is very strange at times." He frowned.

"Sorry, five hundred years has murdered the integrity of many languages", she giggled at him.

'She is becoming very comfortable with me', he thought to himself.

After the meal they retired to her living room with tea. He looked around and was surprised by the large amount of books that were discreetly placed around the room.

"You have a decent library", he noted.

"Ya, I collected quite a few books during my college years." She laughed.

"You are educated?" he lifted a brow.

"Yup, I graduated from grade school a year early and I'm almost finished with a bachelor in ancient history. It's actually a little ironic, considering my major."

"That does not explain how you accumulated all of this", he watched her carefully.

"Oh well, I have been a model."

"What is that?" he clearly did not understand.

Sheba grabbed one of the large books and opened it. Inside was a portfolio of her career. There were pictures from various jeans campaigns. As well as runway shots, evening gowns, one picture she appeared naked. Sesshomaru looked up at her sharply.

"Ya, you can't see anything but all I had on was glue and the shimmering crystals they stuck to me. It was for a lotion that made your skin shimmer." She blushed.

"So you were a muse of this fashion designer?" he asked pointing to all of the runway shots with her and the young human man walking down the runway together.

"Yup, that was my best friend from high school." She giggled and turned on the T.V. "Do you want to go ahead and get it over with for the night?"

Sesshomaru nodded and took her arm and in his normal gentle way he drank from her. When he was done Sheba curled up on her side of the couch and waited for the dizziness to fade. However, she nodded off shortly after. Sesshomaru was unsure of what to do. He knew she would want to sleep but perhaps not on her couch though. That was when he realized that she trusted him enough to sleep within inches of him. He looked the strange girl over. She was lovely, he could not deny. Her face had beautiful cheek bones and soft but smoldering features. Large emerald eyes laced with thick, long lashes. Her lips were interesting to him. Youkai women often had plump lips but they were rounded. While Sheba had a pouted, plump bottom lip and a joker top lip. This often gave her a smile that seemed to have a mischievous tone. They looked so soft and sweet he found himself getting closer and closer. Finally, he allowed himself one touch. So he reached out and let his fingertips brush over the flesh, careful of his claws. However, when he did this she stirred. She did not wake but she shifted a little so now Sesshomaru's hand cupped her cheek. To his complete shock she nuzzled his callused palm and slipped back into blissful sleep.

"She's smiling?" he whispered to himself.

"Mmm", Sheba stirred again, her eyes fluttering open, "Sesshomaru?" She lifted her head from his hand.

"You fell asleep." He stated calmly.

"Oh sorry… are you good for the night, because I think I'm going to go to bed." She stretched.

"I am well taken care of for the night", he looked away, had she not cared that he had touched her?

"How often do youkai sleep?" she asked standing.

"I only sleep once or twice a week. However, youkai can sleep every night if we so wish."

"Well, you are perfectly safe here so please make yourself at home. Sleep well, come on Sasha", she left her feline, now back to a kitten, following her to her room. ….

The next morning came lazily. It was going to be a gloomy day and the morning was gray. Sesshomaru remained in bed, it was a comfortable room and his sheets were still crisp. He listened to the world around him. He could hear the neighbors getting ready next door. He could also hear Sasha and Sheba's heart beats, and Sasha was awake. Sheba however, had been sleeping for almost ten hours straight. He assumed this amount of sleep was only for the better of her health so he had waited the past hour before he decided to get out of the bed. He took another shower and confirmed that he would have to gain such technologies in his own home. He dressed in the clothing she had laid out for him the night before. He did not know much about this jean material, but he definitely liked it. It was comfortable and functional; it was still no comparison to his kimono though. She had also laid out another tee-shirt but she had said that he should wear the "Button-down" shirt over it. He pulled the socks on and looked himself over. She had explained that now if anyone was to see him they would think he was a human that was into something called body modification. He slipped into her kitchen and looked into the fridge to see if there was anything left from the night before. As he reached for the container his ears perked, Sheba was awake. He turned to see her walk into the kitchen. She was a little uneasy on her feet due to her body still fighting for full consciousness.

"Are you hungry?" she giggled, dressed in a tank-top and P.J. pants. She took the container from him and placed it back in the refrigerator. "I'll make you something for breakfast; we'll warm this up for lunch or something."

"What are you going to make?" he watched the prized container disappear back into her fridge.

"Umm, how about some omelets?" she said grabbing her ingredients from their various homes.

He was surprise again by her culinary abilities. She mixed the eggs with cheeses, sausage, and hot sauce. Within minutes he was devouring another delectable dish.

"You can be quite the eater", she giggled at him after giving him his third omelet.

"This Sesshomaru only eats a few times a week normally, you are merely obliging to cook more often that I prefer to", he finished the plate.

"You are so very different than I thought you would be…" she nibbled her own food.

He lifted a brow, "How was this Sesshomaru perceived?"

"Well, I know you are a predator… I mean it's even in your name, but you are very complicated. Perhaps it is just wishful thinking, but I find myself thinking you are good… deep down", she watched his reaction carefully.

"It all depends on your perception of good."

"I think you have darkness in you… but I believe it is balanced by light, or else Inuyasha would be dead and I would be in some dungeon waiting for you to tear open my arm every night. But instead, you keep Inuyasha in line and you have let me keep my freedom." A soft smile played on her lips.

"Or perhaps this Sesshomaru is waiting till he is finished with you. Then, he will kill you before your precious friends?" his voice took a chilling tone.

"Maybe…" she frowned, fear rising in her.

Sheba excused herself to take a shower after an uneasily silent end to a cheery breakfast. He fought back the urge to reassure her that he would not do such a thing, unless exceedingly provoked. But he was also unsure of what to do with how comfortable she was getting around him. She could see more than he liked her to. Still, she was a smart girl and would keep to her own conclusions. Sasha trotted over to him when he sat on the couch. The little male kitten then hopped up into his lap before curling up and purring.

"You are a pleasant one", he frowned, was everything she had so accepting of him?

He stretched out on the couch and watched T.V. before Sheba appeared. She was dressed in snug jeans that fit her every curve. She had a white tank top on, and she had pulled her hair back into a high ponytail. Sesshomaru was confused by the tightness of the clothes of this time but felt no need to complain. Though, he did find it hard not to stare at her lean and curvy figure.

Sheba sat in the large and comfortable chair near the window and picked up a book. A new and different silence fell over them. This one was dulled by the quiet T.V. and Sheba seemed to enjoy her book. That was when it changed. In this calm Sheba's sweet scent changed. A heavy musk was creeping into it. This hint of spice made his blood quicken in his veins. It couldn't be… it had better not be.

The day passed quickly in the gloomy weather. Sesshomaru was trying to ignore the change in her scent. However, he was having to keep his distance. Sheba had heated up the leftovers and they had finished them off. They again retired to her living room with tea. Sesshomaru finished his quickly and laid down across the couch, in hopes of making her take the chair. This was not to be. To his dismay she walked up to him and put and hand on her hip and huffed. She then, unceremoniously scooped up his head, sat down, and plopped his head in her lap. This was the last place he needed to be, on his back, breathing through his mouth to avoid the delectable scent that now surrounded him. Did she not know?

"I love this movie", she sighed.

He tried to focus on the "movie" but to no avail. Toward one of the more intensely frightening scenes she began to run her fingers through his hair. He closed his eyes at her soft, though unconscious, touch. He couldn't hold back the soft growl of contentment.

"Oh, I'm really sorry. I didn't even realize", she snatched her hand away in horror at her own actions.

"It was not a bad thing", he tried to keep himself calm.

"But you growled…"

"Growls do not always mean danger", he frowned.

She blushed, before he sat up. When he faced her she reached up and ran her fingers through his silken locks. Again the soft growl came from his chest; he couldn't help but lean into her touch. She repeated the motion several more times before she brushed the tip of his ear. In an instant Sheba found herself pinned to the couch the taiyoukai's nose buried in the crook of her neck.

"Sesshomaru… what are you doing?" Sheba took in her position. She was on her back pinned by the taiyoukai over her.

He didn't respond. She sighed, he wasn't hurting her, just taking long deep breaths. She was confused but she didn't feel endangered. She gently stroked his hair again, in hopes of soothing him. This seemed to make him grow bolder. She felt the tip of his nose drag from the juncture of her neck and shoulder all the way to her earlobe. The light but deliberate touch sent wonderful chills down her spine. She fought them away to keep her head clear.

"You are going into heat", his voice was throaty and almost hoarse.

"WHAT!!!!!!!…" she gulped.

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I hope everyone enjoys it! R&R

Suki