Chapter 2!

Hey there, you guys. This is the second part of my little feel good piece. Just something sweet and light to help me go through my day to day challanges. Hopefully, it'll help you too.

Hope you like it!

He was twisting some piece of paper like it had done him wrong. As anxious as he was, all he could do was stare out the window. The plane seemed to be moving half a mile per hour.

He turned his face to the other side and stopped the flight attendant who was walking by.

"Hi. How long until we land?"

"About thirty minutes, Mr. Taisho. Can I get you anything?"

"Uh, yeah, scotch neat would be nice."

"I'll be back in a minute."

"Thank you."

The lady went away and he saw himself twisting the flight brochure again.

Inuyasha sighed and rested his head on the comfortable first class seat. Looking a little ahead, he could see his father trying to relax while his mother read some book.

He turned his gaze to the lady offering him his drink. He took it and sighed again. It's been days since he couldn't think of anything else.

If he was working, he thought about her. If he was reading, he thought about her. Driving, eating, jogging, resting, sleeping, showering. All thoughts lead to her. The gorgeous woman of raven hair that he met by chance at some birthday party and infiltrated her way into his system. He saw himself getting involved, fast. Falling, fast. Fast, fast, fast. And oh, how good it feels.

He took a sip from his scotch, to see if it took a little of the edge off.

The plane was, after what seemed like months, landing and breaking, sending it's passengers further into their seats.

Inuyasha was the first to unbuckle his seat belt and head for the door when the passengers were authorized to leave.

"May I know why you are in such a hurry?"

His father was a man who did not appear to be his age. Standing very tall over almost everybody elese, very nice and attractive, he seemed to have to power to freeze someone in their places just by looking at them with those uncommon golden eyes, a feature he passed to both his sons.

"Yeah, I have to go, dad, I have some issues I have to solve. They're kind of important."

"And what am I supposed to do with your luggage?"

"I don't know, can you ask the driver to leave them at my building? I'll think about that later. See you tomorrow."

He jogged the way to the car waiting for him.

.:.

Fantastic. This was all he needed, really. A fucking traffic jam. And rain. No way to go, he was surrounded by cars from every direction. Sighing for what seemed like the millionth time today, he rested his head on the head rest, feeling powerless. While some asshole drives kept honking every five seconds, as if that would solve anything.

He took his phone from his pocket and dialed the number he had memorized by now.

The tones telling him it was ringing always managed to annoy him if they repeated themselves too much. Yet another reason to like her so much. She never let it ring more than three times.

"Hey, you."

Her voice was like a caress for his mind, his body, his insides.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, how are you?"

Damn. He was in that zone he always swore he would never be. The Too Sweet To Be Around Others Zone.

"I'm good. Just called to see how you were doing."

"I'm fine, just a quiet night at home. It's raining a lot here."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Are you still in Geneva?"

"I am. I'll be here until next week. It's also raining here. I' driving, stuck in traffic, actually. Thought it would be nice to hear your voice."

"That's very sweet."

"What about you, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much. Just cozy-ed up in bed reading, drinking hot cocoa. Right now I'm trying to see the moon from my window."

He looked out his own window.

"I can see the moon from here."

"Aren't you driving?"

"I am."

"So, Mr. Taisho, pay attention to the street. You might suffer an accident."

"You would take care of me if I did, right?"

He couldn't help it. These kinds of mushy lines always seemed to find their way out of his mouth towards her.

"Well, I guess I would. But I'm so very far away."

"You guess?"

"You seem like a patient who likes to give trouble. I confess I don't have much patience."

"I promise that if I suffer any kind of accident, I'll be the best patient ever."

"Well, if you promise..."

Traffic was finally moving. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, but moving.

"I have to go now, love. See you next week, ok?"

"Yes. I'll hold you to that promise, you know?"

"You won't even have to. See you."

"See you."

He wanted to send her kisses, hugs, nips and cries of passion, but he thought it would be best to leave that for... Later.

He sped up a little, up to here with all this traffic.

After taking 20 minutes to cross three streets and arrive to the white building, Inuyasha parked and killed the engine. He ran to the door of the bulding, where he was lucky to encounter an old lady leaving, so she held the door for him.

Pressing the button that would get the elevator to the main floor, he dialed her number again.

"If you keep this up you'll be in an accident, for sure."

"Well, now that I know you would take care of me, maybe that's not such a bad idea."

"To what do I owe the pleasure this time?"

He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he rang the door beel to apartment 701.

"Hold on, there's somebody at the door."

"Be careful, don't go opening your door to strangers."

"Don't worry, I have pepper spray. Hold on."

He heard the door being unlocked and then there she was. The petite woman who has been haunting his dreams as of lately, her long black hair falling on her back, her eyes big on his face.

"Hey." He said, shutting his phone off.

"Uh... Hi, what are you..." She was smiling, which made him sigh in relief internally.

"I got home earlier, thought that maybe I'd drop by and, I don't know, take you out for some wine, maybe."

She looked lovely. Yellow tank top, sweat pants and fluffy flip flops on her feet.

"But, I thought you were driving! In Geneva!"

"Surprise?" He smiled at her.

She smiled, genuinely surprised.

"Come in! You're all wet from the rain!"

He stepped inside, observing the apartment he had seen two or three times before. The furniture, all in light colors gave him a feeling of warmth, comfort and it all smelled so good, just like their owner.

"Do you want something to drink?"

He looked at her and to the baby pink mug on her hand.

"What are you having?"

"Vodka."

He raised his eyebrows and then she was smiling so bright at him.

"I'm joking, it's cocoa. Do you want some?"

God, he wanted to grab her.

"Cocoa it is."

She turned her back on him and walked into the kitchen.

He took his jacket off and sat on her couch.

He didn't know what was it about this apartment, but he could already feel the knots in his muscles undoing themselves, the stress leaving him in waves.

She walked back in, holding a baby blue mug in her left hand.

"There you go." He took the mug from her and she sat by his side, tucking her legs by her hips. His free hand flew to her knee without him thinking about it.

"So", she said, tracing patterns on his hand while it pressed and caressed her knee. "Why didn't you tell me you were home when you called me?"

"Where would be the fun in that?"

"Fun?"

He looked at her face after taking a sip of the hot cocoa.

"Well." He took her mug from her hand and set both on the coffee table. And then he sat closer to her, watching her lower lip get caught between her teeth. "Everything is more fun if it's unexpected, right?"

She lowered her eyes and smiled.

And there it was. That quality that had him on his knees for her, unable to control himself around her. She was the opposite of all those women he had around him, that forced femininity, or quirkiness, or anything. She was herself. When she told a joke, when she thought something was funny and deserving of an unguarded laughter, or when she was shy around him. She amazed him and, somehow, made him focus on her, alone. His attention was hers, no competition.

"I guess so," She said.

"For instance, you wouldn't be wearing sweatpants if you knew I was coming, would you?"

Her eyes found him and she blushed.

"Yeah, I wouldn't. But that is unfair. You just caught me so unguarded."

"Is that a bad thing?"

She smiled and touched his neck, her fingers caressing his chin, his jaw and his face and hair.

"No, it's a great thing. I love to see you, you know that. It's just..."

"What?" His nose was already finding it's way into her hair.

"What can I do to surprise you now?"

That was it. That's what he was talking about when he tried to explain to his brother what he had felt when he had "accidentally" kissed Kagome after telling her her eyes were beautiful, two weeks ago.

He knew her movements. He knew her already. And he was oh, so happy to find out more each day.

She did surprise him. She surprised him when she adjusted herself on the couch and, while he kissed the wits out of her, she pulled him on top of her, balling her hands on his shirt, pulling it, and him, to herself.

"I told you not to do that, or I would end up falling in love with you, didn't I?" He said between kisses.

She just giggled, still pulling his shirt to herself and arching her back towards him and intertwining her legs with his.

"I'm warning you, Kagome..." He bit the skin between her breasts. "I don't know what I might do if you keep that up."

"Hmm..." He felt her shiver when he grabed the skin of her thighs and sunk his fingers there, pressing her flesh as if it would keep him from losing his mind. "Surprise me..."

.:.

It was the third time he woke up with a small hand resting on his chest in two weeks (It wouldn't be only the third, if he hadn't have to leave the country for business four days after their first night). He opened his eyes, trying to locate the big Monet that hanged from the wall in front of her bed. All he found was a clock. Looking around, he remembered: they had fallen asleep on the couch. Which, for the sake of his back, was pretty soft.

He looked towards his left shoulder and saw the top of her head, sleeping tight. Touching the soft hand, he raised it to his lips.

She stirred and took a deep breath. He felt her head moving and lowered his eyes back to her. She smiled when she saw his face.

"Hey..."

"Hey, good morning." He kissed her, because why not? "Did you sleep well?"

"I can't really say I slept, you know. How about you?" She rested her head on his chest again, her fingertips dancing on his skin.

He moved and supported his upper body on his elbow, over her.

"We're both going to be very useless workers today, then."

"Well, it's Saturday, so I'm thinking that won't be a problem." She reached up and laced her arm around his neck.

"Oh, really? Does that mean I can stay here with you for the whole day?"

"That could be arranged, yes. But we should probably think about food. I'm kinda hungry."

"Hmm. Yeah."

He was already lying on top of her again, her warm skin so soft against his, his brain already providing him with images.

And then he was groaning, because his phone started to screech, all the way from inside his pocket, on the floor.

"Aren't you gonna get that?"

"No."

"It could be important. Could be work. Or your brother."

"Half-brother."

"Yes, him. Rin told me he is very demanding."

"Yeah, well. I'll call him later."

"And what are you gonna tell him as an excuse for not picking up now?"

"The truth."

"You're gonna tell him you were with me?"

They had decided, given the fast rate in which everything was happening between them, it would be best to keep the true depth of their relationship a secret for now.

"I'll tell him I've been dancing all night. And a good part of the morning. Maybe the whole weekend, even."

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