Author's Note

I honestly couldn't write this chapter fast enough, I was so excited. Enjoy!

Lead Me Down the Garden Path

Happy Birthday, Rin

Waiting for the taxi in the foyer of Sango's apartment building, Kagome pulled at the hem of her silver sequin-covered dress. This being the third time she had to pull the hem of the dress down to ensure her bum wasn't hanging out, Kagome was immediately regretting this decision of allowing Sango to dress her.

Kagome crossed her arms under her breasts as she peeked through the front curtains. It had been almost fifteen minutes since the cab was supposed to be there. Miroku had said to be there around 10:30, and it was inching closer to 11. Sango said they were just being fashionably late, but Kagome's anxiety was spiking.

Sango's magenta high heels click-clacked on the ceramic tile as she paced behind her friend, waiting for their mode of transportation to arrive.

Kagome turned to look over at her friend, and felt a sudden twinge of jealousy show its head and then vanish in pure appreciation of how incredible Sango looked. Her black one-shoulder dress hugged every inch of Sango's firm body, and the midriff was lacy and elegant, revealing Sango's perfectly toned stomach and almost-six-pack. Her dark brown hair was loose and draped over one shoulder delicately.

Sango catching Kagome's eye, she smiled at her friend. In return, Kagome felt Sango's eyes take in Kagome's appearance from head to toe, and Sango just shook her head with a laugh escaping her mouth.

"Those boys will not know what hit them tonight."

Kagome laughed and snuck a glimpse of herself in the hallway mirror.

Kagome's dress was tight, strapless, and the sequins on the bodice almost blinded Kagome she was so radiant. However, despite the sparkling appeal of the little gems, they irritated Kagome's biceps. But, looking past the slightly red skin on the underneath of her arms, Kagome couldn't get over how well Sango's push-up bra worked on Kagome. Kagome looked at herself in the mirror and she swore that the main thing she saw was bright, glittery hips and boob. It probably helped that the cup size was a size smaller than Kagome's usual, but Kagome almost felt like her breasts were suffocating her they had so much lift.

"This dress gives me too much boob, Sango," Kagome sighed in response to her reflection, her fingers trailing the backs of her thighs as she tried to pull the skirt lower. "And I swear to God my ass is about to fall out."

Sango laughed and walked over to Kagome, playing with the ends of her friend's hair affectionately.

"With the nightie I gave you to wear underneath, the dress should be fine, Kagome. Just stop pulling at the bottom and drawing attention to it. If you yank too hard the whole top is going to fall down."

Kagome laughed and immediately looked down to inspect her breasts. "I swear it's too short on me, Sango," Kagome whined with a furrowed brown, turning her eyes back to her reflection and turning to inspect herself over her shoulder. "I can essentially see the outline of my ass cheeks."

Sango laughed and wrapped her arms around her friend's shoulders. "What's a little cheek, Kagome?"

The girls both laughed, and then turned their attention outside at the sound of a car horn cutting through the otherwise silence of the hallway.

Miroku having given his permission to attend Inuyasha's event, Sango told Kagome that the girls needed to fit in, and any old regular Friday night dress was just not going to cut it, in Sango's opinion. They were going to be privy to a celebrity's private event, and Sango was adamant that the girls would look the part.

When Sango saw the look the taxi driver gave both girls when they appeared through the front doors, Sango smiled victoriously. She knew she and Kagome were masterpieces.

After two and a half hours of the girls getting ready—legs shaved, lingerie adorned (because you never know…), heels on, hair done, and makeup completed —Sango couldn't stop grinning at Kagome. She had never seen Kagome look so stunning, and Kagome, barely recognizing herself, couldn't erase the idiotic grin that took over her face as she sat in the backseat of the cab. She felt like a million bucks.

Kagome had never curled her hair before; however, she allowed Sango to use her large curlers on Kagome while Kagome sat patiently and allowed Sango to play makeover. Gorgeous, subtle waves in her hair, winged eyeliner, plumped red lips, and false lashes later, despite not having put on her dress yet, Kagome wasn't able to stop smiling at her reflection in the mirror of Sango's bathroom when she first saw the semi-finished product.

The cab starting to slowly inch forward once Sango gave the driver the directions, Kagome's heartbeat intensified at the premise of the evening she had ahead of her. Her smile turning into a devious smirk, she couldn't wait for Inuyasha to see her.

However, Kagome wasn't the only one looking forward to the evening. Despite Sango's earlier remarks about and reactions to Miroku during the week, his face was the one that sprung to mind when she strapped herself into one of her more risqué push-up bras. She may not have trusted him—or forgiven him for making her work four hours covered in juice that coated her skin like a film and left her hair and clothes feeling crusty—but Sango really couldn't argue the facts. On most days, he looked fantastic, and she did not want to miss the opportunity to see him in person in a suit.

Turning her sights out her window, a smile came upon Sango's face as she remembered Miroku's response to her appearing in Inuyasha's house earlier that day.

Unsurprisingly, Miroku had reacted with the utmost enthusiasm that Sango showed enough of an interest in him that she had bellowed through the first floor of the house to find him. The more he seemed to think about it, he became overjoyed and certainly amused over the fact that Sango chose to violate Inuyasha's rule by entering the house when no one answered her call. Fortunately, for Miroku, Inuyasha's driver had taken him out to see his hairdresser, and he had left only minutes before Sango's rave appearance in the house's sunroom.

Miroku couldn't have been more excited yet terrified—however it more the former than the latter—to walk into the kitchen to find Sango standing in the doorway between the sunroom and kitchen. He had been upstairs when one of the maids told him someone had been calling his name from that area. He would never have guessed it was Sango.

Sango had greeted him with a broad smile and partially flushed cheeks. She thanked him for his generosity with the treats—he knew that would work!—and said she had discovered Inuyasha's event on the downtown public events forum. She said she and Kagome had initially planned on going to Kobura that evening; however, she saw that it was closed for a private event.

Donning her best please Miroku face, she asked if it would be possible for Kagome and her to not have to cancel their plans—"Which we've been looking forward to all week, Miroku. You wouldn't make us have to change our plans so last minute and get our hopes up, would you?"—and be allowed into the venue that evening.

Miroku had been somewhat taken aback at Sango's bluntness about the event; however, he laughed and acknowledged that he had complete authority over the party. At this point, he said it was too late for the girls to join the entourage in the limousine; however, he did say it would be possible to contact the venue and have the girls' names added to the list.

Sango wanted to clap her hands and jump with glee when she saw Miroku pull out his phone and connect with his venue representative. He was the main party planner, after all. Moments later, the rep confirmed that the names "Kagome" and "Sango" were on the list at the front door.

After Sango inquired about the event, Miroku explained that the party was a coming-of-age surprise party for Inuyasha's niece, Rin, who turned twenty that day. Sesshoumaru, who had gained full custody of his daughter following his last marriage, not being one for event planning, had asked Inuyasha to utilize Miroku's project planning services. Miroku's reputation quite well known in the celebrity community, Miroku was chartered with complete responsibility over the event, and he had mailed out the invitations and booked the venue and the caterers several months prior to this date.

Once the conversation between the two of them started dwindling, Miroku felt a little shaken to hear how publicly the venue had been advertising the private event. However, after his confrontation with Sango, Miroku immediately called the establishment and demanded their announcement be removed. Thanks to Miroku's charisma—and threats to expose the venue's publicity to Inuyasha, himself—Miroku was able to get a tax deduction on the party.

Sango retreated from her reflection suddenly. She swore she could feel the bass before she heard it. Kagome could hear it before she could see the venue.

To both girls, it felt surreal.

Dresses in every colour Kagome could imagine. The most beautiful people Kagome had ever seen. A long black carpet rolled down from the venue's front doors, down the front stairs, and leading to the road. People kissed each other on both cheeks before entering the black stucco, two-storey nightclub.

Thanks to Kobura's advertising, the paparazzi were there, and they were wild. Men in black shirts with earpieces stood between the glamourous crowd and the media cameras, hungry for the perfect shot. Kagome couldn't take her eyes off the people who seemed so ambivalent to the press attention they received, carrying on with their laughing, kissing cheeks, socializing and strutting their way into the club's tinted black glass doors. Kagome peeked around Sango's body to look out the window and felt mesmerized by the neon lights of the Kobura sign and snake-turned-exclamation mark, it's trademarked image, and the flash from all the cameras.

Kagome felt a rock drop in her stomach.

Getting out of her side of the cab, Kagome tried to subtly pull at the length of her dress to cover her rear. Catching eyes with a man driving past in an Italian sports car Kagome couldn't even try to pronounce the name of, Kagome smiled.

How did this happen? How did she get here? Who was she, Kagome Higurashi, to be here? Locking arms with Sango as the girls ascended the front steps of the building, Kagome almost going blind from flash photography, Kagome's head was reeling. She shouldn't be here. This wasn't her normal at all. Her normal was popcorn and binge-watching series into the wee hours of the morning. This was the exclusive of the exclusive. Kagome could see the eyes of the public watching her, envying her, wishing they could somehow find their way into such a lavish place like she did.

Yet somehow, Sango's flirting got Kagome a front row ticket into Inuyasha Taisho's private party. A glimpse into his private life. She was attending the party for Inuyasha's twenty-year old niece. Kagome's body felt warm she was so on edge.

Thankfully, Sango didn't miss a beat when they approached the front doors and a man three times the size of Kagome asked for their names. While Kagome put every effort into trying to look like she belonged there, Sango rhymed off their names and offered the man a flirtatious smile as he opened the door and nodded the girls inside.

Every pore in Kagome's body rippled with the bass-laden music. The entire interior was black; however, the place buzzed with a social electricity that Kagome had never felt before. The building would have been completely dark if not for the faint lizard-green highlights from spotlights angled throughout the establishment.

The place was packed.

Sango gripped Kagome's arm tighter and led her friend around trying to find a bar. However, a server in a jacket and tie found the girls first and Sango happily grabbed each of them a flute of whatever rose-gold coloured alcohol they were offered.

Kagome and Sango said a quick cheers—despite the fact that neither of them could really hear their own voices over the music—and downed the liquid in one gulp as if it had been a shot.

It wasn't long until a different server found the girls and offered them another. Kagome felt like she was flying.

Kagome's eyes flew in every direction, her excitement too much to allow her to really digest the sights before her. People smiled at her, one man put his arm around her waist, and Kagome suddenly knew that the drinks were working. She felt invincible, fearless. She saw the way men looked at her. She felt the hem of her dress teasing flirtatiously at the base of her ass, and she felt like the sexiest woman in the world.

And then he saw her. And she saw him. And despite the four flutes of whatever that divine beverage was, the room started reeling. But it wasn't the booze.

Inuyasha couldn't believe his eyes when he saw her. He almost mistook her for someone else. But the second her eyes locked on his and he felt that familiar warmth in his stomach from the way she looked at him, he was absolutely sure.

It was Kagome.

"You invited them?" Inuyasha yelled into the ear of Miroku.

Turning to see at whom Inuyasha was looking, Miroku saw the legs, and then the breasts, and then the face of Kagome, and knew who his employer was talking about.

"Be nice!" Miroku shouted back, giving Inuyasha a playful warning look before disappearing from his boss. Seeing Kagome made one thing absolutely clear: Sango was here, as well.

The music stopped for the briefest of seconds and the only sounds that could be heard were women screaming and the general ambience of a crowd of people. The DJ came over the microphone and shouted, 'Happy birthday, Rin!" so loud the microphone clipped when he said birthday. The people cheered, and then music came back on.

By the time Kagome turned her eyes away from the DJ to focus back on a certain black-shirted male, Inuyasha was gone. Turning around to look over her shoulder, Kagome smiled.

Miroku had found Sango.

Another server found Kagome and she happily accepted another flute of alcohol. Taking another voyeuristic glimpse of her friend, Kagome's face was covered in a smile. She knew it was all an act. Sango liked to play hard to get, and from seeing the way Miroku flirted with her, it seemed like he was up for the challenge.

Knowing that her friend had found her male companion, Kagome steeled herself. It was about time that she introduced herself to Inuyasha.

The music heavy in her sternum, Kagome smiled and nodded at people she passed, taking sips of her beverage when men offered her a drink. One very handsome man with brown hair pulled on Kagome's arm and she fell into his side. She laughed uncomfortably as she pushed his arm away from around her shoulders and walked away as quickly as she could in shoes she wasn't that familiar with.

Five drinks in—or was it six?—Kagome could have kicked herself for wandering away from Sango.

The club would have been completely dark if not for the green neon lights that barely chased away the shadows. The green lights rotated, and would fade into blue and then red, and then back to green. But it was just enough light to hug the features of the people Kagome came into contact with, and she didn't recognize any of them. By the time she had made her way once around the whole building, Kagome stopped where she stood and took a full look around her, hoping to let the imagery sink in.

The club was open-concept, with a raised level around the edges of the building's first floor, filled with booths where people huddled and enjoyed their bottle service. Looking ahead of her, Kagome could see a one-step dip downwards into the sunken dance floor. Her eyes lingered there. It was hypnotizing watching all those bodies moving together.

Turning her eyes upwards, Kagome saw that the middle of the building seemed to be hollowed out, making the venue feel bigger than it actually was. Two staircases on either side led to the upstairs; however, even the stairs were covered with people.

Kagome felt a large hand meld into the skin of her backside and she jumped, almost losing her footing. A group of men burst into laughter at her reaction and Kagome flushed, turning away from them quickly. Trying to find her way back to where she had left Sango, Kagome saw that her friend and Miroku were nowhere to be seen.

A deafening cheer rising from the crowd of people on the dance floor, Kagome turned just in time to see Sango leading Miroku into the centre of the floor where bodies pulsed and gyrated together. The two of them disappeared just as quickly as Kagome found them. She then knew that the only chances she had of not being by herself for the rest of the evening were to either interrupt Sango and Miroku and third wheel, make a friend, or find Inuyasha.

The last option hit her like a tonne of bricks and Kagome spun on her heel, eager to see if she could find him.

Kagome knew that without those few drinks, her heart would have blown out of her chest with panic. She was alone in a strange place, dressed in nothing but a tube of sequins, searching for a man she had never spoken to, but made eyes at once.

Her mother would be ashamed.

Another pause in the music, another cheer from the crowd, another 'Happy birthday, Rin,' and Kagome had made two laps of the building without any sign of him.

He had been wearing a black button-up shirt that was undone to his mid-chest. His hair had been loose and flowing over his shoulders, and Kagome couldn't believe how difficult it was to find someone with that colour of hair. It was the landmark she was looking for.

How many people could possibly have that coloured hair?

A hand clamped down on her shoulder and Kagome jumped. Turning to look at the man behind her, she cringed at seeing an unfamiliar toothy smile. Then she felt a hand wrap around her waist and land, palm spread, on her stomach.

"Come with me, sweetheart," he breathed through her hair and into her ear. The heat from his breath made Kagome reactively shrug her shoulders to protect her ear from him.

"I'm looking for someone. Please let go," Kagome shouted, taking a step further. But the hand clenched into a fist on her stomach and she felt herself moving backwards despite her attempt to take a step in front of her.

"I have something I can show you."

Kagome rolled her eyes and tried to remove the man's hand from her stomach, but he grabbed at her arm with his other hand and spun her around, pulling her behind him as he walked.

"Let go of my arm!" she shouted, her heart pounding frantically.

Kagome took another ten steps, dragged behind the man, before he stopped. Kagome's wrist throbbed from within his grasp.

Trying to swing her arm out of his clutch, Kagome felt her breath catch when her eyes made eye contact with his once more. He saw in the fear in her face, and despite the volume of the music, she heard the growl escape his throat. Inuyasha grabbed the collar of the man's shirt in his fist. When Inuyasha pulled the man closer to his face, the man dropped Kagome's wrist in fear. Impulsively, Kagome wrapped her other hand around her wrist in comfort and cradled the aching limb in her chest.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with her, huh?"

"Inu—Inu—Inuyasha!" the man stuttered. "I—I-I—I was just…"

"I couldn't give a fuck about your excuses, asshole. Get the fuck out of here before I throw you out myself."

Inuyasha released the man's collar forcefully and he looked like he was about to fall over, but then he regained his composure and burst past a few people, almost knocking someone off their feet in the process.

Kagome felt a sigh escape her throat.

Inuyasha was standing directly in front of her, but his head was turned to watch that asshole hurdle himself out of the club. Kagome's eyes feasted on the side of his neck. Narrowing her focus, she could almost see his skin pulsing. His neck was so bare, so exposed. She bit her lower lip hungrily.

She flinched slightly when he turned to meet her eyes. His look softened and she saw his tense shoulders begin to relax. He took the smallest of steps towards her.

"Are you alright, Kagome?"

She breathed heavily, a little embarrassed, a little drunk. "Yes, thank you. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't show up."

The comment caused Inuyasha to clench his fist and Kagome smiled at the action.

"What the hell are you doing here by yourself, idiot?" He chastised. "What happened to your friend?"

Kagome turned to look over her shoulder at the dancefloor.

"Miroku happened to my friend."

Inuyasha scoffed and rolled his eyes.

The music paused, the crowd screamed another drunken 'Happy birthday, Rin,' and the music picked up again, continuing to thump through Kagome's body. Or was that her heart? Taking in the sight and smell of Inuyasha, she didn't know anymore.

His skin was flawless. His hair reached the middle of his biceps and twirled delicately anytime he turned his head. The black of his shirt squeezed the muscles that she could only see when the lights faded to the blue. By the time her eyes lowered to make out the slightest of bulges in between his legs, Kagome felt dizzy.

She needed another drink.

"I need some fresh air," Kagome commented suddenly, not really sure how the comment brought itself to life on her lips. She had been looking at his—

"The door's that way," Inuyasha pointed, interrupting her thoughts.

Kagome paused for a moment. The alcohol catching up with her, her eyesight blurred, then cleared, then blurred again.

"Will you come with me?"

Inuyasha's appealing eyes widened slightly at her comment, and then he smirked lazily, rolled his eyes, and scoffed.

"I'm not your fucking babysitter, you know."

Kagome had a witty remark planned, but she became distracted by a server walking by with more of that delicious pink liquid. She grabbed herself another flute.

"How many of those have you had?" he eyed her suspiciously.

"Why do you care?" Kagome challenged.

The alcohol causing her a momentary lapse in knowing where she was or who she was with, Kagome leaned forward and pulled at the hem of her dress with her free hand. Standing up and noticing that the act of pulling down the dressed had made her cleavage appear a bit more, including the top of the teal bra she wore, she giggled drunkenly and pulled at the material above her breasts. The mounds of flesh rose with the motion, and then dropped heavily from gravity, bouncing so slightly into place.

Inuyasha gulped past the lump in his throat.

"I thought you were going outside?"

Kagome put her empty flute down on the tray of a passing server and offered Inuyasha a flirtatious smile.

"I thought you didn't care?"

Inuyasha snorted and shook his head at her.

Kagome, smiling at him defiantly, said a quick 'see ya!' before walking around him and heading in the direction of the door. She had meant to turn around to make eyes at him again, to see if he would follow, but she was outside before the thought even occurred to her to turn around.

The outside air felt deafening once Kagome stepped onto the club's outdoor patio. The air not all that fresh, felt contaminated with cigarette smoke, and despite the cool breeze that rushed across Kagome's flushed face, she somewhat regretted the decision to come out here due to the smell.

"Yooooo, Inuyasha! You got a light, brother?"

Kagome turned to look over her shoulder to see Inuyasha emerging from the double doors behind her. Her face lit up.

"Matches only," Inuyasha responded, tossing a small yellow package in the man's direction.

Pulling a red and white package from the back of his pants pocket, Kagome watched Inuyasha lay a white cylinder on his bottom lip, light up its end, and then take a hearty inhale. To a somewhat drunk Kagome, the sound he made reminded her of someone coming up for air after a long time under water.

"I thought you weren't babysitting me?" Kagome challenged cheekily.

Inuyasha didn't return her look. Instead he blew a mouthful of smoke in the other direction.

"I needed a cigarette."

"I didn't know you smoked."

Inuyasha turned a raised eyebrow towards her. "I didn't know you knew me."

Kagome scrunched her nose at his comment and he snorted a laugh in response, taking another drag on his cigarette.

"I don't see you smoking at the house."

Inuyasha didn't respond right away, his eyes seemingly fixated on something in the distance. "I only smoke when I'm stressed."

"Why are you stressed?" Kagome asked without a hitch, crossing her arm under her breasts.

The act drew Inuyasha's hungering attention back towards her bosom and he felt a tightness develop in his groin. She really needed to stop doing that.

"Don't worry about it," he said, flicking the butt of his cigarette away and running a hand through his hair. His eyes turned to Kagome then, and he allowed them to linger on her body while she was distracted looking at something else.

He had no idea how she got herself into that dress. It hugged her where it mattered and it dawned on him from how she held herself that she really had no idea just how good she looked in it.

Feeling his eyes on her, she turned and offered him a smile. Inuyasha's eyes caught her hair flicking outwards with the motion. He felt the sudden urge to wrap her hair around his fist, assert his dominance over her, and pull her head backwards, allowing him to suck on the sensitive intersection where her neck met her shoulder as he rammed his—

"Would he leave with her?"

Inuyasha shook his head of the thought, his throat feeling tight.

"What?"

"Miroku. Do you think he would leave with Sango?"

Inuyasha shrugged. "Maybe. If he thought he had a chance with her."

Kagome smirked. "Well, I'm supposed to be the one going home with her tonight."

Inuyasha returned the smirk. "Well, seeing that you're out here with me, that doesn't seem fucking likely. Does it?"

Kagome shook her head. "Think we could go find them?"

"And why the hell can't you go by yourself?" Inuyasha narrowed his eyes at her.

"Why? Because I'm kinda drunk, I can't really see all that well in there, and I don't want that creeper to come back."

Inuyasha felt his jaw tighten at the reminder of the dickbag back there, running his hands all over Kagome and leading her God knows where. Inuyasha's fist tightened.

"Alright, fine. Where did you see them last?" he asked, holding the door open for her.

"Dance floor."

Inuyasha groaned. The last thing he needed right now was to have a bunch of fucking strangers forcing him to press his body up against this girl. She worked on his property for Christ's sake. He couldn't afford the mistake of fucking one of his gardeners because she was so tempting in that little dress of hers. He tried to picture her in her muddy, clunky boots and pale blue t-shirt, but he couldn't. He could only see the Kagome in front of him, with legs for days, hair that he just wanted to lose his hands in, and breasts pushed up towards him like hors d'oeurves.

"Are you coming, Inuyasha?"

Inuyasha swore at himself for getting distracted again and walked into the club behind her. The humid air and bass hit him square in the face. He allowed himself a moment to appreciate how well orchestrated this whole evening had been.

Miroku sure knew how to throw a party.

The music once again died down as Inuyasha sidestepped between two people, instinctively grabbing at Kagome's hand so she wasn't lost in the crowd. An incredibly drunk group of females got onto the microphone and screamed happy birthday. A few moments later the DJ got back onto the mic, stated last call was in thirty minutes, and the bass dropped once more.

A couple essentially having sex through their clothes bumped into Kagome and she fell into Inuyasha's back. She felt his muscles tighten upon the impact, and nodded at her an 'are you okay?' in response. Kagome smiled at him and nodded, and she felt the grip on her hand tighten.

She was so glad she was drunk. Her eyes honing in on her hand grasped in his, a smile slid from the corner of her mouth. She wouldn't have been able to stomach this without the liquid bravery.

The dancefloor was so crowded, Kagome took the smallest of shuffling steps behind Inuyasha. Their bodies has been pushed so closely together, Kagome's breasts were nestled up against his back. Her cheeks flushed at the proximity.

A man with an unbuttoned shirt grabbed Kagome's free hand and spun her around until her hand was detached from Inuyasha's. She landed directly in front of the stranger stunned, and he began to grind his semi-erect penis against her while asking her simultaneously if she wanted to dance with him.

"Get the fuck off her," she heard Inuyasha wail, grabbing her hand back and pulling her towards him.

Kagome took a few tumbling steps backwards until her back met Inuyasha's chest. Her heart beat ferociously.

The alcohol had fully hit her system and she could barely keep her vision straight. One second she was walking forwards, taking baby steps. Then, next thing she knew she's flying in one direction, and then another. She felt like a human see-saw. She stood there motionlessly, feeling Inuyasha's chest rise and fall behind her as he breathed.

The smell of his cologne entranced Kagome's nostrils, and she leaned her head back until it rested on Inuyasha's collarbone. The music, his scent, the atmosphere. She needed a moment to just close her eyes and remember everything the way it was. Drunk or not, she knew she would never get a night like this again. Opening her eyes, Kagome saw Inuyasha looking down at her. She kept his eye for a while, and then smiled, enjoying her upside-down view of his handsome, symmetrical face. His chest continued to rise and fall.

Before Kagome knew what she was doing, the bass, hammering through her body, caused her hips to begin to roll in a figure eight. Her chest vibrated with the electronic music. It consumed her, and she was so far gone her body had a mind of its own. And pressed up against this drop dead gorgeous man who had been her protector all night? All she wanted to do was dance.

Inuyasha didn't move for a few seconds while he tried to register what had happened.

When her head hit his shoulder and he could feel her warm breath on his chin, he looked down at her and met her eye. He could see the glaze of drunkenness, but he could see her need there too. The conversations from earlier in the week washed over him fiercely. Sango's accusations of Kagome's lust. Kagome's coy acknowledgements that she hadn't been with a man in a while.

It nearly threw him over the edge when he felt her hips begin to move against him. He held his breath, trying to contain the hardness that threatened to develop in response to the attention her massaging ass paid to his pelvis. Her dress so tight, the crease between her buttocks had caught the length of him so perfectly, and as her hips rolled, he felt his mouth grow dry with desire.

Before he could register his next move, Kagome raised her arms and connected them behind his neck, pulling his head downwards, closer towards her. That was all the invitation he needed. He dug his nails into the bony flesh of her hips and pulled her into him. Their heads so close he heard the shallow gasp that left her lips in response to the gesture. Inuyasha could feel the tiny flecks of sequin under the pressure of his fingertips as they dug into the length of Kagome's body.

Their bodies moved together. Kagome's hands clawed at the back of Inuyasha's neck in response to the pressure he applied as he pulled her closer into his body. Kagome could feel him against her backside, then her back, and then her shoulders, as she lowered herself into a squat. Desperately hoping she wasn't too drunk to pull it off, she leaned forward and then sensually rose herself up, taking him against her buttocks once more. She felt a rumbling in his chest. She could feel him fighting the hardness he wanted to give her. She felt so proud of herself.

He responded to her teasing hips by scraping his nails up her thighs. Her dress was so short it only required him to extend his reach ever so slightly to feel the soft, oiled skin beneath his fingertips. He heard her gasp and felt her head crash into his collarbone as he continued to scratch his nails—being mindful to not break the skin—up the length of her milky quad. Kagome's buttocks nestled him between her once more, and Inuyasha couldn't take it anymore.

Having enough of her teasing, Inuyasha reached around his neck and grabbed hold of her arms, spinning her to face him. The dancefloor was dark, but he didn't need a light to see how flushed her face was, to see how glazed her eyes were with need. Her thighs tightened around his legs, and he could feel the heat she was producing against his upper thigh. He couldn't believe the effect she had on him, he on her.

He could only imagine how wet she would be for him right then. It took all of his willpower not to moisten his index finger in his mouth, move her impinging undergarments aside, and find her sacred, feminine place.

Kagome met his eyes with the same challenging look he had seen before. She smiled at him and bit her bottom lip. He could see her eyes bouncing between meeting his and staring at his partially opened lips. A part of him wanted to ask if he could kiss her, to obtain her permission before instigating something he had every intention of finishing then and there. Even if he had to take her into the limo. If she said yes, he had to have her.

The delay in Inuyasha's actions, the delay where he contemplated whether he should ask Kagome if he could kiss her or if he should just go ahead and do it, lasted a second too long.

The DJ's voice replaced the music, announcing the passing of last call—how had he missed the announcement? The two of them must have been in a world of their own—and the house lights flooded the dancefloor. The mystery that lingered in the darkness of the club shattered with the unwanted blast of white light.

People groaned in disappoint around them, and the otherworldly place Inuyasha and Kagome had found themselves in drifted away as they separated themselves from each other, a blush on both their faces.

Before Inuyasha had a moment more to think about what he would say next to Kagome, her friend had found her. Sango wrapped her arms around the girl's neck, apologized for leaving her, and said the two of them should leave. The bar was closing, Sango refused to put a guy before her friend, and said they would hail a cab outside.

Meeting her eyes once more as she was escorted away, Kagome was dragged away from him before he even got to say goodbye.

Author's Note

So….that happened ;) Haha, stay tuned! More is on the way! Lay on the love, reviews, criticisms, what have you! I'll take it all!