CHAPTER 14

Please Stay

Kagome woke up when the soft soon evening sun shone on her face. She felt a warm body shift at her sudden movement. The arm around her naked waist pulled her closer with an audible grunt from the owner. She settled against the body again, and blushed brightly when she felt his need harden against her again. She blushed softly. She felt so happy in his arms.

"Oh goodness!" she shot up when she saw the clock on the wall.

"Kagome, what is the matter?" Sesshomaru sat up, wrapping a protective arm around her middle.

"Look at the time!" she felt a panic settle in. Sango could be home any minute.

"Yes? And?" he kissed her shoulder and neck softly, breathing against her skin.

"Sango will be home any time now," she placed her hands over her face,

"Calm down my love," he kissed her neck softly again,

"It is quite simple. We just get dressed,"

"Yeah right," she giggled, "We have been trying all day,"

"Not my fault you are so alluring," Sesshomaru playfully nipped at her ear, making her skin tingle with delight,

"Stop it," she giggled again, he pressed his need against her buttocks, making her gasp,

"No, really Sessh-" he kissed her ears softly again,

"Please,"

"Fine," he pulled his mouth away an inch,

"But you will pay for seducing me yet again,"

"But I didn't do anything," she giggled, trying to find her clothing in the mess.

"We make quite a mess, do we not?" Sesshomaru looked around the apartment.

The kitchen was still a mess from their attempt to make food, and attempting to clean it twice. Their clothing was everywhere from all their attempts of getting dressed.

Kagome could only find her shirt, Sesshomaru only his boxers. The two stood in the middle of the mess. They held each other and giggled at the silliness.

"Kagome, I think I should help you clean and then I should get going," his voice was cool and emotionless.

"Wait, Sesshomaru," Kagome turned to face him, his arms still around her waist,

"It is better if I leave before Sango comes home," his voice was still cool,

"Fine," she sighed and they headed for the kitchen.

Kagome chose one side of the kitchen and Sesshomaru the other. They kept their minds on their task to actually clean the kitchen.

"You see. If you keep your hands to yourself, this goes pretty fast," Kagome smiled,

"And if I do not want to keep them too myself?" Sesshomaru stood behind her again, holding her.

"Besides, these dishes can drip dry on the rack while," he pulled her hair away from her neck, kissing it softly.

"Honestly, how much stamina do you have?" she felt herself melt against him, regardless of how stern she tried to sound,

"Complaining already? I can stop if you REALLY want me too," he started pulling away, but her hands kept his arm in place. Sesshomaru chuckled.

"Sesshomaru," Kagome started, she hid her face from him,

"Yes, Kagome?" he tried to see her face, but she hid it to well,

"Please, uhhh, please stay the night?"

"If that is what you want, my love, then I will," he kissed the top of her head.

"Let's just move the clothing to my room at least?" She raised an eyebrow at him, he grinned.

They bunched all the clothes into one ball, and Sesshomaru carried it to her room. Kagome quickly gave him a tour of the house before Sango got back.

Kagome heard a car door slam. She peeked out the window.

"Oh no! Sango is back," Kagome pulled a nightgown over her shoulders and tied it around the middle.

"Stay in the room!" Kagome ordered him,

"Excuse me?" he raised an eyebrow, "We are not teenagers hiding from your mother,"

"Sesshomaru, stay or else no more sexy time for you," she warned and he reluctantly sat down.

"Thank you for the wonderful day Miroku," Sango glowed with happiness,

"Any time my darling," he kissed her cheek as they continued towards the apartment door.

"No really, thank you," she leaned into him, as they stopped in front of the door.

She didn't want him to go. They both lingered.

"Thank you for the magical day Sango," he kissed the top of her hand,

"And thank you my tall handsome man with dark hair and eyes," she winked at him,

They laughed softly, and embraced. Giving each other a longing goodbye kiss.

Miroku left and Sango entered.

Kagome was walking down the hall with a flask in her hand.

"Oh, Sango! You're back," Kagome smiled, "How was it?"

"Oh Kagome!" Sango embraced her friend, "It was magical!"

Sango told Kagome about her day, leaving out selected parts- of course.

"Sounds amazing," Kagome was happy for her friend,

"How was your day?" Sango startled Kagome,

"Uhhh. Yes, my day was, uhhh, boring, yes, boring," Kagome started dodging to her room,

"Kagome, are you-" Sango was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"I am so tired, I'm going to bed early," Kagome bolted for her room.

"How strange," Sango thought aloud and opened the door.

"Miroku? Is everything all right?" Sango was confused,

"Yes, I just wanted,"

"Yes?"

"I think I may have placed my jacket in the basket" Miroku rubbed the back of his head,

"Of course you did," Sango sighed, "Come in,"

The two went through the basket, finding Miroku's jacket tucked in neatly. Sango gave him a suspicious glare.

"Want some tea?" she offered, and he accepted gladly,

Once in the kitchen, they started talking about their day. The giggled at some incidents but paused before their main event.

"I'm really sorry," she started,

"About what?" he looked puzzled,

"Our unromantic ending I guess," she handed him his mug,

"These things happen, Sango," he reassured her, placing his free hand on her shoulder,

"I wouldn't be surprised if you don't want to, ummm, try again," she dropped her head,

"Sango, darling," Miroku placed the mug on the counter, and both his hands on her shoulders,

"Like I said earlier, we have so much time to do these things," he smiled warmly at her,

"Miroku," Sango tried hiding her face, in case she would be rejected,

"Yes my darling?"

"Would you please stay the night?"

"If you want me too," he tilted her head towards his and kissed her deeply.

Sango led Miroku for a quick , but quiet tour of the house, and then led him to her bedroom. She wasn't going to go see Kagome just yet. She would sneak Miroku out early in the morning, and then confront her friend's strange behaviour.

** Kagome's Room **

Kagome was getting dressed into the only, remotely sexy nightdress she had. It was a pink satin dress. She could see Sesshomaru's figure in her full length mirror. He was studying her every move. His topless form was lying on the bed, semi-propped up on a few pillows. His hands and arms where folded casually behind his head. He wasn't making a sound. The only things moving was his eyes and chest. His chest moved up and down in a slow, relaxed pace. His eyes where narrowed slightly, and showed no sign of fatigue.

"Please stop that," Kagome whispered to him, looking at him in the mirror,

"Stop what?" he asked cooly, folding one leg over the other,

"Staring at me," she sighed,

"Well... You are mine, so I can and will stare as much as I want too," he shrugged his shoulders,

Sighing, Kagome turned around, attempting a supermodel on the runway move. Sesshomaru chuckled softly,

"I'm not allowed to stare, but YOU are allowed to seduce me 24/7," he shook his head,

"I know I'm not the hottest girl you've ever been with... So I have to try and keep your attention somehow," she walked towards the bed.

"Woman! Keep quiet and come here," Sesshomaru tried an authority type voice,

Kagome giggled softly and skipped towards the bed. Sesshomaru scooted over, allowing her space on the bed. He pulled her close to him. Kagome traced the lines of his muscles with her finger tips. He rested his chin on her head, sighing deeply.

"What's the matter?" Kagome stopped moving her hands,

"Nothing. Do not worry. I just feel happy here with you," Sesshomaru was glad she couldn't see his face. He felt his cheeks glow warm.

"Wow, sexy and sensitive," Kagome giggled,

"Oh keep quiet you," he kissed the top of her head.

Sesshomaru never allowed himself to be like this with any person before. But with Kagome, it was different. It felt natural to him. He honestly felt at peace and happy around her... as did Rin... Rin, the little girl he had to adopt. Luckily he was her godfather, making the process much simpler. He loved Rin as if she was his own flesh and blood. He was proud of her, he loved her. Sesshomaru felt Kagome's body go limb with coming sleep. Her breathing was becoming slower and softer. She nuzzled into him, trying to get even closer to his being. Sesshomaru smiled at the black haired woman in his arms. The woman whom he has loved since he first saw her. She was different. She was a lot like Rin. Sesshomaru allowed his mind to wander into forbidden territory.

Would Kagome ever be able to love another child that is not her own. She loves Shippou, and seems to care for Rin... But would she ever, could she ever love Rin. Love her like he did. As a daughter, regardless the status?

He felt a small pain in his gut.

What if she couldn't? If she cannot accept Rin as a daughter, then this... This connection they have... This amazing love he feels for Kagome would-

"Sesshomaru, are you all right?" Sesshomaru did not notice her waking up,

She has been staring at him for a while. She looked very concerned.

"I am fine, my love. I was just thinking," Sesshomaru tried to look away,

"About what? Please don't hide your face from me," she reached for his face, turning it towards herself,

"About our relationship," he felt her body tense, "No need to worry, Kagome," he kissed her forehead,

"We can speak about it tomorrow, I think we need to get some rest," he smiled warmly at her,

"All right, let me just phone Shippou quickly," Kagome reached for her phone,

"No need, I shall," he picked up his phone from the nightstand,

He strolled down to a number and phoned it,

"Hello Rin," Sesshomaru spoke in a stern voice,

Rin? Why is he phoning her? Kagome frowned up at her white-haired lover.

"I have changed my mind. You may be allowed to invite the young man over to stay the evening,"

Kagome could hear Rin's excited squeak from the ear piece as Sesshomaru moved the phone away to avoid permanent damage.

"Now, remember... You will not give Jaken a hard time, you will sleep in different bedrooms and you will both behave." Sesshomaru's voice didn't break it's sternness once,

"Yes sir," Kagome hear from both Rin and Shippou,

"I love you two," she spoke into the phone,

"And we love you two," they said in unison , giggling.

"Then it is settled, Jaken will bring you home tomorrow morning," Sesshomaru confirmed with Shippou,

"Goodnight," Sesshomaru and Kagome said to the two teens and hung up,

Sesshomaru settled lower into the bed, and pulled Kagome closer again,

"Till tomorrow," he kissed her softly,

"Till tomorrow," she giggled, and snuggled into him.

** Sango's Room **

"What is troubling you, my sweet Sango?" Miroku asked as he closed the door behind them,

"I don't know... Kagome is acting weird," she walked towards her closet,

"Maybe she is hiding someone in her closet," he winked at her,

"She wouldn't do that!" Sango felt her face glow warmly,

"Just like you're not doing it," he chuckled, pulling her into his arms,

Miroku kissed her forehead, holding her close to his body. She felt his hand start to drift down her back; until it reached her buttocks.

"Honestly!" she pulled away from him,

"I can't help it," he grinned,

Sango turned to her closet again, attempting to find her pajamas. She took out (very short) shorts and a spaghetti top that was low cut. Miroku helped her unzip her dress, removing the straps, and allowing the dress to fall off her curves. Miroku could feel his need grow painfully again. The day's teasing wasn't such a good idea.

"Are you all right Miroku?" Sango looked at him worried,

"I am fine," he turned away from her, he didn't want to look at her half-naked body.

"Are you sure? You look like you are in pain," she hugged him from behind.

"Ironic," he mumbled to himself, "Sango, could you get dressed please" his voice was going husk,

"I will as soon as I know you are all right,"

"I am fine,"

"Miroku look at me!" she forced him to turn around, but when she saw his face, she gasped.

Miroku backed her slowly into one of the closet doors. His eyes where black with need.

"Miroku," she gasped,

"Sango, you have no idea what all your teasing has done too me," he grinned slyly,

"Oh really?" she said innocently,

"I have no idea what you mean," she pressed her hips forward, pressing into his need,

A soft moan escaped his lips. She allowed her hands to slide under his shirt, up his stomach and to his chest. The feel of his hot skin under her hands was making her own need spring back to life.

"Sango, I want you," he whispered to her, looking into her eyes,

"Then take me," she dared him, removing her hands, undoing his shirt, and pulling it off,

"Are you sure?" he asked her again,

She kissed him hard, pulling him closer to her. The warmth from her skin against his body was driving him up a wall. He could not take it anymore.

He picked her up by her waist, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled her body in close to him. He kissed her hard again, not breaking the kiss, he walked towards her bed. He lied her down gently, taking in her form.

Her lacy purple bra matched her panties. Miroku's eyes took in all her curves hungrily. She smiled up at him seductively. He removed his pants, and lowered himself on top of Sango. They kissed each other with the same amount of want and need. Sango traced soft patterns across his back when their kiss broke.

"Sango," he spoke against her lips,

"Yes?"

"Be mine, forever,"

Sango's response came in a long, hard kiss. Her fingers tangled into his hair, her legs wrapped around his. The closeness made his need press against her own. They both moaned at the contact. Miroku sat up, pulling her with him. He undid her bra, and slowly, yet playfully, removed her panties. She in turn, took off his hot pants. Sango laid back down, taking in Miroku's lean muscular body. She licked her lips teasingly while running one finger down his stomach, and to his tip. This made his need twitch.

"Sango," he moaned softly,

He lay on top of her again, kissing her hard. Their bodies entwined again, as Miroku moved his body into position. Her legs spread slightly, allowing him access. He positioned himself at her entrance. Sango nodded, Miroku enveloped her lips with his own, and started applying pressure. Sango moaned as he entered her slowly, tears formed in the corners of her tightly shuteyes.

"I am so sorry! Am I hurting you?" he sounded very concerned,

"N-no, it's not that," she bit through her tears,

"You're size is," she blushed deeply, hiding her face with her hands,

Miroku chuckled softly,

"Sango, you flatter me," he rocked into her softly again,

"Shut up you," she peeked at him through her fingers,

"Are you al righty?" he kissed her tears away, and she nodded,

Miroku started to move his hips faster and trusted deeper. Sango felt like she was going to explode with pleasure. Her body covered with goose bumps, and the heat coming from his body was driving her insane. She felt herself holding back her moans. She did not want to make a sound because she knew Kagome was in the house. That would just be too embarrassing. Miroku could feel his release being brought on by Sango's nails digging into his shoulders. He felt her body tense up beneath him, hearing the pace of her breathing fasten. Knowing he could provide so much pleasure for her ultimately drove him over the edge. Their release was in perfect sync. They panted and looked at each other, neither feeling nor seeing any sign of regret from the other. Sango smiled up at Miroku, wiping some sweat off his cheek,

"I, I love you," she evaded his eyes with her own, Miroku touched her cheek softly, making her look at him,

"And I have always loved you, my sweet Sango," he kissed her lips softly,

He got off her slowly, rolling onto his side. Sango cuddles in closer to his warm body. He pulled her into a protective embrace. Kissing the top of her head, he traced soft patterns across her one shoulder, making her shiver.

Sango exhaled audibly, nuzzling his chest with her nose. She took in the scent she has longed for. She was making a memory of what they have just experienced together.

"Goodnight, my sweet Sango," he kissed her head, then her lips,

"Goodnight, my pervert," they giggled, pulling the blanket closer to them.

They fell asleep almost instantly.

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