Run Away With Me

It had already been a long and irritating fucking day at work for Sesshoumaru. He had just finished with Mr. Crestwald and was sitting at his desk taking notes. It had only taken him about 30 minutes to fix the bullshit that had unraveled in his absence but, that was kind of why he was so annoyed. 'I'm surrounded by fucking morons.' He thought to himself. 'They can't do anything right..'

There was a little buzz from the intercom on his desk and his secretary started speaking to him. "Mr. S, your one o'clock is here and your conference call is in 30 minutes." He sighed heavily, ready to leave for the day. He pushed the intercom button, "Okay, send them in." He said, his voice clearly irritated. It was going to be a really rough day.

_End of Day...

The sky was darkening and Sesshoumaru's whole body was heavy with stress. He looked up at the clock as he untied his tie and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. He threw his tie onto his desk and stood, stretching and looking out over the city. "Finally.." he said to himself. "I can get the fuck out of here.."

He opened the door to the little bar, the sound of music and scent of cigarette smoke greeting him. He smiled, not even caring that the noise bugged the crap out of him. Just so happy that the sound meant he'd be there, with her, again.

He took his usual seat at the end of the bar and lit a cigarette, his eyes impulsively looking for his pretty little bartender. But, the only person behind the bar was Tom, the owner. He saw Sesshoumaru and made his way over to him. "She's not here Sir. She called out again." He said, making Sesshoumaru's heart drop. It had been such a long day, and he was really looking forward to seeing her again.

He took another drag from his cigarette before standing and putting his coat back on. He was not going to go through what he went through that whole week, not again, and he was not going to let her get away with this either. He nodded his thanks to Tom before briskly leaving the bar.

It only took him ten minutes in a cab to get to her house but, the ride had taken a lot out of him. He was exhausted and really fucking irritated. 'She can't keep doing this... Not to me... Does she know who I am?' He was fuming as he rang the doorbell, hands in his pockets, irritation all over his face.

It took a long time, he had to ring the bell twice more but, she finally answered. Opening the door with a tissue to her face. looking downright awful. She looked up at him, surprise taking over her features. "Sesshoumaru." She stated before sneezing into the tissue, a mix of confusion and relief in her tone.

She let the door swing open, walking into the other room. Sesshoumaru let himself in, closing the door behind him before taking his coat off and placing it over a chair. He surveyed the girl for a moment as he sat on the couch next to her, slowly letting his previous annoyance slip away as he assessed the situation. He had prepared himself for a fight, not even fully understanding why he felt he had a right to be pissed.

But, it was obvious that she was sick or something. "I... Got worried so, I decided to come check on you." He said, placing a large hand on her shoulder. She was shaking and heat was radiating off of her.

She smiled weakly at him. "I'm sick." She said, coughing again. "I wanted to call you, but, I don't have your number. That's very sweet of you to come check on me though." She added, fallowing with a sneeze. She groaned and threw herself into the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling, clearly miserable.

"Yes, I can see that." He said as he soothingly rubbed her shoulder. "You look terrible." He said, a smile passing his lips. Rin laughed, then coughed, looking over at him. Somehow, even sick like this, her beauty was still overwhelming for him. It was in that moment he knew, this was not just some girl from a bar... This was something real. He couldn't really understand his feeling. They'd only known eachother for a short while, they were practically strangers, but he knew, there was something here.

"Thanks, asshat." She muttered, chiding him back. "You're such a smooth talker, you know that?" She rolled her eyes at him, coughing into the tissue again.

He chuckled at her teasing and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. His brow furrowed when their skin touched. "You have a fever." He said, getting up from the couch suddenly and walking to the kitchen, noisily looking through her drawers. "Where do you keep the washcloths?" He demanded.

Rin watched him as he assaulted her kitchen in his search. "Above the stove, what are you doing?" She asked, watching him, amused.

He ignored her, sighing heavily instead, coming back with a cool wet rag. He leaned over her, placing the wet cloth across her forehead.

Rin sighed out in relief. "So cold..." She said, closing her eyes and soaking up the feeling. He smiled down at her. Well, this wasn't how he thought his night would go but, at least he was with her again. He rode that thought for a minute, letting that familiar relaxing calm wash over him as he sat closely next to her on the couch.

Her muscles twitched at the sudden closeness and she sighed again, looking over at him. "I'm sorry. You shouldn't stay... I'm sure you have much more important things to be doing." She said, slightly panting from her fevered state.

He didn't know why but, her words struck a nerve. "Don't ever apologize." He said flatly, looking at her sternly. "And right here is the only place I want to be." He added, leaning back into the couch and yawning. He kicked off his shoes and crossed his legs, getting comfortable. He realized suddenly how his words sounded. "Um.. Well.. As.. As long as this is where you want me to be..?" He questioned, worried that maybe he'd gotten ahead of himself.

She giggled lightly at his uncertainty. It wasn't like him and didn't suit him. "I'm so very happy to see you." She said, placing her hot little hand on his bicep, squeezing gently. His face flushed at the feel of her hand touching him.

Her words rang through his head. 'She's happy to see me too..' "I... Missed you." He replied, uneasiness seeping out again. Earning him another giggle.

She didn't know why, but, she'd been missing him too. Especially once her sickness had taken root and she realized she was not going to be able to make to work. She couldn't shake the sadness and couldn't really understand why she'd been sad. Not until she opened that damn door and saw the poor fool standing there, silently fuming on her front porch.

He grabbed her hand, lightly massaging it in his, and leaned his head back, staring at the ceiling. "You will not believe the fucked up day I've had." He said with a heavy sigh. And they sat there, hours ticking by, as he rattled off all the annoyances of the day, the calm he'd grown so addicted to taking over, making him feel whole once more.

_A Few Day's Pass...

The next few days flew by way too fast, Sesshoumaru had taken time off work for the first time in years, and the girl was finally getting better. He was happy she wasn't sick anymore but, he was really unhappy with the idea of leaving her and returning to work. He never wanted to be without her. It was a sickness and it was taking hold of his very soul. Infecting him with an incurable disease, threatening to take the life from him.

She was in the shower, he was sitting on the bathroom counter jabbering away at her as she washed. "And then he said, and I quote, I am not amused." He was recounting a conversation he'd had with the head of the company.

She poked her head around the shower curtain, hair dripping, suds on her cheek. "He did not!" She laughed out, "He did not 'I am not amused' you!" She repeated, laughing hard, pulling her head back in the shower.

"No! He really did!" Sesshoumaru laughed back. "It was all I could do to just blankly sit there." He added. "This guy... Is fucking ridiculous, let me tell you. I mean, who says that?!" He started laughing again, his chest was hurting, he couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so much.

He heard the water shut off and jumped down from the counter, handing her a towel. She was still laughing as he passed it to her.

She wrapped the towel around her dripping wet body, not even trying to be discrete, giving him a little peep show purposely. She smiled up at him as she stepped out of the shower. "He sounds ridiculous, no wonder you're always so stressed out." She said, walking past him and out the door.

He smiled as he followed after her, resembling that of a lost little puppy. He thought about her words for a moment, lost in thought. 'No one gets me like she does. No one would ever notice how stressed I am..'

He laid across her bed, staring up at the ceiling, hands behind his head. He sighed out. "I don't want to go back." A thought occurred to him suddenly and he looked over at her.

"Run away with me." he said, a devilish grin forming on his lips.

She looked at him with a cocked brow as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Where would we go?" She asked, half amused, half seriously curious.

"I own an island near Barbados." He said simply, watching her reaction. Until that moment, he hadn't given any thought at all to the difference's between them. And money was a huge difference. The shocked look on her face though, was priceless.

"You.. You own a what?" She said, her mouth hanging open as she collapsed in a heap on her bed. "An island, near Barbados." He said again. "It's just a small island. I have a sugarcane farm there, I'm in the process of building a house on it." He added, slightly worried now that he'd scared her off.

She stared at him for a moment as she fully took in the differences between them. "Why me?" She asked, looking worried now.

He considered her for a moment before sitting up, looking down at her seriously. "What do you mean?" He asked, trying to mask the sudden irritation building inside him.

She looked down at her hands, trying to find the words. "Well.. It's just... I mean.. Look at me, look at where I come from... And then look at you.." She said, looking up at him, sadness in her eyes.

He took her hands in his, looking deep into her eyes. "I am looking at you. I haven't been able to stop looking at you since I first laid my eyes on you. And you are perfect." He said, his words wrapping around her heart like silk.

Her face blushed and she looked away from his gaze. Those honey colored eyes threatening to drown her. "I just don't get it.." She retorted, half mumbling, feeling like her words might upset him.

They did upset him, he grabbed her chin, pulling her face back to his and kissing her deeply on the mouth.

Rin gasped, taken aback slightly, but kissed him back. Her cheeks rosy from the sudden physical affection.

He pulled away, his eyes pouring into hers. "I.." He began wearily. He wasn't sure exactly how he felt. He just knew he couldn't be without her. "I know my wealth freaks you out. But, it shouldn't. The only thing that my wealth means is that if... If.. If you do want.. To be with me, then you will be very well taken care of. But, my money does not mean that we are not equals." He said with as much confidence as his fluttering heart would allow.

She put her hands on his cheeks, caressing them lighting under her thumbs. A broad, adoring smile across her features. "So... You want to be with me, huh?" She asked, mockering playing on the tip of her tongue.

His eye's widened. "Well... Don't you?" He asked, panic seeping in. He hadn't thought about her not wanting to be with him. 'arrogance..'

"I thought that was pretty obvious." She chided him, rolling her eyes. "You're kind of dense sometimes." She added, standing up from the bed and grabbing her hair dryer.

"So it's settled then." He said, laughing in relief. "We'll run away together." He smiled, laying back on the bed again and closing his eyes, so content. 'This woman...'