If Kagome thought it was over, she was very wrong. Grooming didn't just go one way.

Now, she sat with him behind her. She was blushing hard. Her hands were bunched up, and sitting on top of her knees. She stared straight down at the dark water. Sesshomaru put his hand on her shoulder and made her lean back. She didn't dare look up. He poured water over her shoulder; it ran down the front of her body, and he watched as her lace bra clung to her even more as the water rushed between her breasts. Her chest heaved slightly as she tried to calm her breath.

The others were quiet, too; apparently, they didn't like this little show and tale game anymore. One by one, Kagome watched them exit, but not before bowing slightly to them. Once the last one left, Kagome sighed with relief, but then she realized she was now alone with a naked man.

"Is, is that it?" She asked; she dared not look back.

"For now,"

"Was it ok?"

"Hn," Actually it was more than ok.

"You're okay with staying stuff like that?"

"You will need to be specific, Miko,"

She was silent for a moment. "Admitting I could kill you?"

The water moved, and she relaxed. She knew he was getting dressed, but thankfully, he didn't answer her.

"Sesshomaru?"

But then the door opened, and his mother walked in; Kagome turned and saw him tying up his pants.

"Well, was it convincing?"

"Almost too convincing," Kagome said under her breath.

"Hn," He would agree.

"Miko, why are you still in the bath? Come out at once!"

She stood, and his mother raised one eyebrow at Kagome's state of dress.

"Thank you," Kagome said,

"For what?" His mother asked, handing her a robe.

"For helping early even after you said you wouldn't,"

"I didn't do you any favors, Miko. Do not thank me," she said, then spun around. "Brush her hair and send her when it is finished," she said. She opened the door and looked back. "And it would do well if you smelt a little stronger of you,"

She didnt wait for Kagome to protest; she left.

"I can brush my own hair," She said quickly.

He wasn't going to argue; he handed her a brush.

"And what did she mean it would be better if I smelt more of you,"

"Just as it sounds, Miko, tonight you will sleep in a den of women, all of whom want to be in your place,"

She gave him a flat look. "If you say under you, Im going to zap you,"

"Is it merely the truth,"

He watched as she quickly brushed her hair. She was going far too fast for it to be done right, but he wasn't about to correct her.

"Are you going to put a shirt on?"

"No," He snatched the brush and sat it down.

She became nervous again. "So a sleepover, hu, will you be doing the same?"

He was ignoring her as he grabbed her ties,

"Hey, what are you-

He untied her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. Her lips parted as she looked up at him. He leaned down; she thought he was going to kiss her, but at the last second, his mouth reverted and smelt her neck, his mark. He held her arms, but not too tight. He licked it, and her hands went to his bare chest. He then wrapped his lips around it and sucked.

Kagome's breath caught.

He pulled his mouth back ever so slightly. "Do it again, Kagome,"

She knew what he meant. "What if I hurt you,"

He growled again his neck, and her fingers lit up, sparking heat against his chest, and he went back to sucking her neck.

"Im going to leave marks," She managed to whisper.

"So am I,"

He pulled back more and then caught her lips. His hands ran down to hers, and he dragged them down his chest; she gasped, he dove.

Pulling back when he was sure it was enough, Kagome gasped for breath and then looked at his chest. Red burn mark ran down his chest. She eyed him. "Does it hurt?"

"It would take much more than that, Miko," It burned slightly, but in a good way, of course, he wasn't telling her that. If she didnt get it well, that was because she was naive.

"Come, we should go before Mother returns,"

He turned and walked out. "Hey, you dont have a shirt on!" She yelled, pulling her robe back on and running after him. It was clear he wasn't going to, and then it dawned on her that it was the point. He wanted them to see.

If she thought that was bad when she went to dress, his mother told her to put her hair up, and when she did, she saw it.

As if his mark wasn't bad enough, he left a hickey.

"Sesshomaru!" You could hear her yell throughout the castle. He smirked, as did his mother.

"Well played, son,"