Kagome sighed and unlocked her hotel room. As soon as she shut the door, she knew he was there in the dark.
"Sesshomaru," She whispered, and then she saw his gold eyes. "What are you doing here,"
He was sitting, legs spread, but then he stood and walked up to her and grabbed her jaw, and made her look up at him. "Vain, egotistical, overly confident jerk, am I?"
"You can all the way here because I called you mean names?"
He growled,
"You did far more than call me names, Miko,"
"Dont act like it hurt you,"
"Words do not hurt me woman,"
"Then why are you here?"
"I wanted to see if you were brave enough to save them to my face,"
She glared at him,
"As I thought, woman,"
"You do not have room to talk about saying something to someone's face,"
He narrowed his eyes,
"You are a jerk, a cold, heartless jerk, and I hate you!"
It clicked. She knew. Someone told her.
"You let me look like a fool!"
"Do not play victim, Kagome. You enjoy the thrill as well, and you do not hate me,"
"Why are you here!" She screamed, "You are free; you can have any woman you want!"
He pushed her till her back met the wall, and he leaned down. He growled slightly, his fang sharp. "Any woman?" He asked,
Her hands went up to press against his chest "Sesshomaru don't-"
His mouth covered hers; he pulled her close till their hips met.
Why did he have to come here and kiss her like that? She could not struggle against him, and she didnt want to; she melted and molded and felt his need.
When the kiss broke, she was breathless and breathing heavily. He was smug. "You do not hate me,"
Kagome shook her head. "Why do you have to be so smug," And ruin everything?
He hooked a finger under her chin and made her look at him. "Because I do not hate you,"
Her lips parted; was he telling her that he loved her?
"Your theory of me is not entirely incorrect save for one thing,"
"What?"
"It doesn't matter who loves me; it only matters if you do,"
"Sesshomaru,"
"You are mine; if you run, I will find you, and if you say you hate me, I remind you why it is you love me," He kissed her again and picked her up. "Now, I shall punish you,"
"Punish me?"
"For leaving, for lying, for hurting my feelings," He kissed her again and laid her down. Clothes were shed, and there was no escape.
"Deep," He groaned as he made it hurt so good. She arched in both pain and pleasure. The built-up sexual pressure was finally released. Her body ached for him, and he showed her how he loved. Kissing her body, stealing her breath, saying his name. She was perfect under him and not only did he want to release his seed into her, he wanted to kiss and tell.
Bending her over, showing her how much he desired her, he pulled up as far as she could go with him, buried inside her, and bit down on her neck. His fang went as deep as his cock, and he claimed not only her womb but her soul.
He growled his release, and her virginal body shook under him. Her inexperience was enthralling. He could teach her, show her, guide her, bend her. Her body would only know his, and from now on, his body would only know hers.
"Tell me you hate me now," He whispered,
"I, I can't."
He licked her neck, and a warmth washed over her as his cock twitched inside her "It, its still-
"Hard?" He said for her,
She blushed even though he was still inside her, behind her.
"I will be for a bit; we would not want my seed to leave you, now would we,"
That made her pussy clench him, and he chuckled deeply. "I would give you more, but you will be sore," He licked her mark over and over until tiredness washed over her, and he was finally able to pull out. His cock was half hard and hung. He couldn't wait to do that again. But now his mated needed rest. Her body was still working.
He let her sleep. He sat in a chair, naked and watched over her.
When Kagome he was still sitting, but dressed.
She sat up "Sesshomaru?"
"Get dressed,"
He had laid out a sun dress for her,
"Why, where are we going?"
He smiled and leaned. "We have kissed; now we will tell,"
Kagome blushed as the memory of the night before came rushing back.
"Do, do you have to?"
He stood. "Yes, I need them to know you are my wife, my mate, and soon Kagome, the mother of my children,"
She placed a hand on her tummy as he drew close and leaned down and kissed her.
Kagome laid back and took him with her "They can wait," She whispered, He raised an eyebrow.
"It's my turn to punish you," She said,
He smirked. "As you wish, mate,"
They made love again, and again and in time they did kiss and tell and the story of the Blue Moon Theory was told to their kids. Their uncle proudly hung the article in his house to his brother dismay.
But he left it. It was a reminder. That she loved him, that he loved her and it was not so unblieveable.
She wore his mark, carried his children, sported a ring and necklace that he bought for her long before he knew, but he always had a theory of his own.
She was simply made to be his.