Kagome hesitated as she stood outside Sesshoumaru's door. He'd said it was fine—that he wanted to see her—but it still felt new enough that she had to be imposing. And he wouldn't have offered if she hadn't lost her keys in the first place.
She would've stayed with Bankotsu, even if it meant sharing a room with Jakotsu, but truth be told, she wanted to see Sesshoumaru too. Deciding to cancel their date had been hard, but until she had a replacement key, she couldn't access any of her stuff. Not to mention a shower.
The lock clicked, and the door opened, Sesshoumaru standing in front of her with an amused expression. "I do not have a doorbell if that is what you were looking for."
Kagome flushed but shook her head, and he stepped back, allowing her the space to come in. His apartment was in impeccable order, and she had the feeling he hadn't rushed home after work to clean up. "Thanks for letting me stay," she said.
"You are always welcome here." She nodded again, looking around for a place to put her bag, but he slid the strap from her shoulder and took her on a quick tour. There wasn't a lot of colour or warmth, but everything looked well taken care of.
It screamed simplistic, and cop, for that matter, suiting him very well. She was surprised to find a thick duvet on the bed, the rich violet contrasting against the overall greyscale of the rest of his home.
"A gift from my mother," he said when he caught her staring.
"And she refused to let you return it?" she guessed.
He raised a shoulder, his shrug casual and uncaring. "It is a perfectly acceptable duvet. And the colour had grown on me." His mother probably checked to make sure it was still there every time she visited, but Kagome bit back the retort. They weren't close enough for her to be making comments about his family.
Her heart clenched at the thought of introducing him to her grandfather, knowing she'd never get the chance.
"Have you eaten?" He left her bag on the bed and led her back to the kitchen. "The fridge is rather empty, but we can order something if necessary."
"I ate before I left work." It was customary when she worked the evening shift, but now she was regretting it. She would've enjoyed eating dinner with him. "Maybe next time, I can cook something for us here," she hedged, wishing she sounded more confident.
"I would enjoy that, though I would feel guilty about not being an active participant," he replied.
Kagome waves her hands. "It's no problem! I enjoy cooking." She glanced at the sink, noting the lack of a dishwasher. "You could be in charge of the dishes afterward."
Sesshoumaru touched his chin, then nodded. "An acceptable compromise." They made plans to visit a nearby cafe for breakfast, then he all but ushered her into the bathroom, offering up an assortment of bath products.
On the way home, he'd stopped at a convenience store and bought a disposable toothbrush for her, refusing to let her pay him back. She eventually got him to agree to let her pay for breakfast, but she had a feeling he'd somehow forget come morning.
After taking a quick shower, barely lingering in the tub, Kagome reached for the spare clothes he'd left her, heat rising to her cheeks when she realized they were his clothes. The t-shirt and boxers were loose but light, and she couldn't stop herself from inhaling the intoxicating scent of him before exiting the bathroom.
"Thank you again," she said, noting he'd changed into something similar while she'd been bathing. "For everything."
"You are allowed to be selfish with me," he replied, eyes blazing as they took in her appearance.
"Am I?"
"Hnn."
She relaxed a little. "I'll remember that next time I lose my keys." He smirked, then pulled back part of the duvet, Kagome's face heating for a different reason. In the midst of accepting his invitation, she'd somehow skipped the part about their sleeping arrangements.
There was only one bed. Of course there was only one bed. Why would he need two? Her anxiety must have been clearly written on her face, as he straightened, fluffing the pillows before moving toward the doorway. "I will be sleeping on the couch."
Kagome blanched. "What? No! This is your home. I should be the one sleeping on the couch!"
"It is not an imposition," he replied. "I end up on it half the time anyway due to work."
She vehemently shook her head. There was no way she'd force him out of his own bed. "I'm smaller; I'll be more than comfortable—"
"You will not win this argument. It is fine. Focus on resting tonight."
Panicking, she grabbed his shirt, stopping him from leaving the room. "We'll share it then."
He continued to stare at her, eventually running a hand through his hair. "I do not wish to pressure you into anything you are not yet ready for," he said softly. "I will survive on the couch."
She didn't let go of his shirt. "It's fine. The bed is big enough for both of us. Please." The plea did him in, finally relenting and climbing under the covers on the opposite side.
"Wake me if you change your mind."
Wake him? She'd be lucky if she slept a wink tonight. Nodding stiffly, she got into bed as well, whispering 'goodnight' before turning over and facing the wall.
As expected, sleep eluded her, though she couldn't be sure if it were due to her usual insomnia or her current bed partner. She tried to keep herself from moving too much, not wanting to disturb him, but after another unsuccessful round of counting frogs, Sesshoumaru's voice cut through the silence. "Difficulty sleeping?"
Kagome pursed her lips, refusing to turn over. "This is why I offered to take the couch." She felt him shift behind her.
"Do you always struggle to fall asleep?"
"Not always," she said, remembering how quickly it had happened the last time they'd been together. "But even when I do sleep, it's not for very long."
"Perhaps you need something to tire you out." She nearly fell out of bed with how quickly she turned around, but she found amusement dancing in his amber eyes instead of the intense expression she'd been expecting. "Forgive me. I was hoping the humour would help you relax."
Grabbing a pillow, she stuffed it in his face. He snorted, then put it back in its proper place, leaning on his side to face her. They'd both rolled further into the bed, leaving very little space between them, and Kagome couldn't stop the confession from escaping.
"I wanted to see you, too." He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, waiting for her to continue. "I was looking forward to our date, so when you offered to let me stay, it made me happy." Happy didn't even begin to cover it, but she wasn't sure how far she could push it.
He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "As I said, I did not want to pressure you. You spoke before about not wanting anything serious."
She didn't—hadn't—but then he'd shown up and made it very difficult to think straight. Her eyes slid over his face, landing quickly on his mouth, and she licked her own in response.
"About helping me sleep—" She quickly found herself on her back, the intensity of his gaze making her blood heat. He stayed like that, giving her the choice to move away, but Kagome couldn't have resisted if she'd tried, brushing the stripes on his cheeks before pulling him down.
The kiss was languid and unrushed, giving them the time to explore as his hand slid under her shirt. His skin was hot to the touch, and she arched as he found a breast, keening as he rolled her nipple between his fingers.
He swallowed the sound, slanting his head to deepen the kiss, and Kagome tugged at his shirt, the sudden need to touch him overwhelming. He growled, and she felt it in her toes as he pulled back, yanking off the offending clothing before stripping her bare. She blushed under the scrutiny, the streetlights filtering in through the window and giving him a clear view of her body.
She wasn't sure what he saw, but she knew her view of him was obstructed, magenta stripes disappearing under the band of his boxers. She tried to pull them down, but his mouth was already on her, sending shockwaves of electricity shooting through her as teeth and tongue dragged down her skin.
"Sesshoumaru—" Hips lifted off the bed as he nipped at the junction of her thighs, slowly pushing them apart before she could stop him. She whimpered, trying to pull him up, but his nose nudged the bundle of nerves at the top of her opening, and she gasped, hands tangling in his hair.
His tongue slid up the crease of her entrance before delving inside. She hadn't expected it, assuming more teasing first, and she cried out, writhing under him as one arm wrapped around her thigh to keep her in place. Forced to release his hair, Kagome grabbed the sheets, body clenching as heat coursed through her.
Her release built much quicker than before, and she was soon left a quivering mess, chest heaving as she stared up at him with wide eyes. "Beautiful," he murmured, bringing back the blush from earlier, the colour travelling down to her breasts as he slid up her body.
She wanted to tell him he was beautiful, but the words wouldn't form fast enough, and Sesshoumaru latched onto a breast, sucking gently. Her skin was still sensitive, a gasp torn from her mouth as she gripped his hair. "I can't—" She felt him smile, and she tugged, wanting to see the expression, but he gripped her hips, deftly rolling them so she sat across his stomach.
Kagome braced herself on his chest, blinking owlishly as his hands slid up her thighs and stroked her hips. "I wish to see more of you," he said, hearing her unasked question. She wanted to cover herself, but the heated expression on his face kept her hands down. "Your room was dark."
"We could've turned on a light," she replied, fingers delving into the lines on his stomach.
"I did not want to give you the chance to change your mind."
"But—" She stared at him in shock. "I was the one who asked you!"
Sesshoumaru sat up, one hand wrapping around the back of her neck. "And if you remember, I was not about to allow you to preposition anyone else." He claimed her mouth, teasing her until she pressed against him, arms tightly wrapped around his shoulders.
It wasn't enough, and they both knew it. Kagome shifted back so he could remove his boxers, arousal straining between them. She hadn't had the chance to fully explore him either, and she traced the marks on his length, pupils dilating when he twitched.
"You mentioned before that they were sensitive," she said, gripping him firmly.
"You are welcome to find out." Kagome shivered at the breathy tone of his voice, then lowered her head, sliding her tongue up the underside of him. His fingers bit into the sheets, and she felt a wave of daring wash over her. He was a detective, and a daiyoukai on top of that, but here he was at her mercy—willingly so.
She licked her lips, then took the tip into her mouth, stroking his base as her tongue swirled. Her name spilled out of his mouth as a groan, his head falling back, and Kagome swore he hardened even more. Squeezing his shaft, she bobbed her head up and down, taking as much of him as she could.
She wanted to bring him as much pleasure as he'd done with her, but the sounds he made had her fever returning and the need building. Unable to resist the lure of his body, she released his length, shifting her own forward and positioning the tip at her entrance.
They were both breathing hard, but his hands guided her as she slid down the first few inches, leaving them both shuddering. Sesshoumaru tugged on her hair, tilting her head to the side so he could latch onto her shoulder. Fangs dragged as she adjusted, body clenching as she slid the rest of the way down.
Once their hips touched, she couldn't move; the position was different from before, his length rubbing against a place he hadn't before, and she whimpered, trying to lift herself again. Sesshoumaru's claws dug into her thighs, keeping her in place before he growled softly and thrust up from under her.
Kagome cried out, squeezing her eyes shut, and he thrust again, though more erratic than the previous one. "You must relax," he said, voice strained.
"I can't. You're too—" He kissed her, thoroughly distracting her from how stretched she felt. His hands found her breasts, stroking the underside before rolling her nipples into hardened peaks. Heat coiled lower in her stomach, and she hummed softly, pressing further into his hands.
"There is no rush," he said when he pulled back, leaning his forehead against hers. "I wish to enjoy as much as you as I can." Kagome took that to mean he wasn't expecting to be called away but knew it was always a possibility.
"I like being with you," she whispered, finally able to roll her hips, pulling another moan from him.
"The feeling is mutual." A smile touched her lips, the sensation foreign but genuine, and she watched as the colour of his eyes darkened to burnt honey, hands gripping her ass as he thrust up again, finding a slow but steady rhythm that had them both moaning.
Her muscles clenched and stroked as they moved against each other, his thrusts becoming more erratic each time she sank further onto him. Kagome gripped his shoulders, holding on tightly as she buried her face against his neck.
The coil was wound tight, almost past the breaking point, but as much as she wanted the feeling to linger, she also wanted the sweet release that lay just out of reach. The next time his name escaped her lips, it was a plea, and Sesshoumaru pulled her down, thrusting up hard and fast as he forced them both over the edge.
Kagome arched, muscles clamping down on him, the pain of his claws digging into her flesh only prolonging her release. His hips remained raised until she collapsed on top of him, locking their bodies together as he wrapped one arm around her. She strived for a witty quip, but nothing came to mind, so she settled for kissing the underside of his jaw.
They needed to clean up—and fix the bedding—but right now, she was content with curling up against him, allowing unconsciousness to tease the edge of her senses, feeling safe and secure in his arms.
Responsibilities and rational thought could wait a few minutes.
A gloved hand knocked at Kagome's front door, its owner knowing there would be no one inside but doing one last check, just to be sure. When there was no movement inside, a set of keys was pulled from a pocket, small shrine charms clinking together before the door was unlocked, and the person slipped inside.