Kagome felt flustered all day. She knew what she wanted to do, what she had to do in order to gain his attention, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing.
She shook her head. That wasn't the right word for it. She wasn't embarrassed, just… She grabbed a pillow and screamed into it, the soft feathers muffling the sound.
"This would be so much easier if you were actually around to seduce," she grumbled, glaring at his pelt. It had been abnormally silent since her encounter with the beast, just as the king had been abnormally absent from her life in Meikyuu.
She swore she felt him when she was in Bokuseno's glade, but it was fleeting, and although the tree was always gloating when she woke, he refused to divulge the king's schedule.
"He will come to you when he's ready," he'd said. Well, she'd been here for almost a month and was no closer to figuring out the spell responsible for the king's memory loss than when she'd first arrived.
"Stupid, stubborn dog." She threw the pillow at his pelt, but there wasn't so much as a glimmer of power. Each day he avoided her only added to her frustration—emotionally and sexually. Which was why she was trying to build herself up to this moment in the first place.
Jinenji had given her a clean bill of health, and Shippou had said he'd be helping Souten with her chores all evening, so there was no one around to bother her—not even the one she wanted to bother her.
She wasn't sure what would happen, but it would at least get the king's attention, and that was all she needed. She could handle the rest herself.
As long as he showed up.
Sighing, she slid off the bed and headed into the adjoining bathroom. She dropped her clothing on the floor on the off chance he showed up before she was done, then drew herself a bath. The fragrant smell of whatever he used in the water soon filled the air, and she took her time with the various supplies laid out next to the tub. She wasn't above using any means necessary to lure him in.
Kagome flushed as she rinsed off her hair. She'd never tried to lure anyone in before, so she wasn't even sure if she was doing it properly, but he seemed to enjoy her scent, at least. That was a start, right?
She dried her hair as best she could, grabbing a silk robe but not bothering to tie it up. If everything she was about to do only got him to show up for a few seconds like last time, she had to give him a reason to stay.
She flushed again, remembering how he'd practically begged her to do so when she'd beaten him at his own game. She'd thought it was just a ploy, another trick to make the time run out so he could keep Souta, and she'd been so hyped up on adrenaline and teenaged arrogance that she'd thrown it all back in his face.
Had he been serious with his offer?
Bokuseno seemed to think so, encouraging her to use all her senses when the king made the offer again. And the old tree was convinced that he would make the offer again.
Kagome wasn't so sure, but that was because she hadn't even felt a brush of his power since the beast had appeared. She chewed on her lip as she stepped back into the room. This was more than the lack of power she'd been feeling around the castle. He'd completely closed himself off, at least to her, and she'd had enough.
She'd get his attention even if she dragged him back here herself.
Squaring her shoulders, Kagome climbed into the bed, adjusting the pelt around her neck. The thought of getting it over with warred with wanting to enjoy herself, and she ran her hands over the fur, reiki jumping between the strands. She'd kept a firm grip on her power since she'd first realized there was something wrong with the king, though she had a feeling Bokuseno had had a hand in it with whatever spell he'd cast on her.
It had been easier to control, not that she'd had a reason to in the mortal world. There weren't any monsters or spectres there. Gramps' label of progeny didn't have much pull outside the tight circle of shrine owners, and he'd been more concerned with that than a young girl claiming she could speak to the wind.
She released more power, causing the fur to stand on end, and she smiled at the reaction. "Come on," she coaxed. "I just want to talk." For now, anyway. If he actually listened, that would be another matter.
Draping the pelt over her body, she lay it between the flaps of her robe, continuing to run her hands up and down it, all the while murmuring softly to it—to him. It had begun to buzz again, though it was faint, as if he was trying to resist, and a slight smirk tugged at her lips.
"You're not going to get away that easily." If he thought she was stubborn back then, he had no idea how stubborn she was now. Releasing more of her power, she cupped her breasts on either side of it, moaning as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. The buzzing increased, fur tickling her skin, and she repeated the motion, body rolling when one end wrapped around her thigh.
"There you are," she said, sliding a hand down to press the pelt between her legs. She wasn't sure if it was sentient by itself, but it provided a connection to him, and that was all she needed.
It was all she wanted.
A spark of power electrified her skin, and she arched, one hand grasping at the sheets. Sucking in a deep breath, she spread her legs farther, moaning in relief when the pelt tightened around her, rubbing against sensitive flesh.
It wasn't enough, but it was a start.
She continued to make noise, hoping to entice him, allowing the fur to have its way with her as she writhed on the bed. She could still feel his hesitation, but she ignored it, the heat creeping higher. Release was within reach, and her body clenched in anticipation.
Would he appear this time? Would it be just in time to see her go over the edge? Or would he wait until the aftermath?
Kagome groaned, grasping at the pelt as she ground against it. She wanted this, she wanted him, but he wasn't here, and she growled in frustration. The fur responded in kind, tightening around her body as another wave of power shot through her, and she cried out, reiki skittering over the pelt and electrifying each strand.
His name escaped her lips in a desperate whisper, and the fur immediately went slack. She shot up, mind still spinning from her climax, and she reached for it, but the door flew open, and the beast stepped into the room.
There was no denying what she'd been doing, robe hanging off one shoulder, body exposed, but she didn't cover herself. Instead, she raised a hand toward him, beckoning him closer. He growled, youki crackling around him, the floor rippling with each step.
"I've been waiting for you," she said. He snarled at her, tail whipping side to side, but she raised her chin defiantly, hand still open. He stared at it, crimson eyes narrowing. There was a burst of power, and she was knocked backwards, arms pinned above her head.
She didn't struggle, waiting for the mist to clear as she stared up at him. He looked feral, felt more so, and though she wanted to push—to plead—she knew they were hanging on the edge of a perilous precipice.
"How do you know that name?" he hissed.
Kagome forced herself to breathe. "You told me."
"Deceitful wench," he growled. "That is a gift I would never bestow on the likes of you."
The heat receded, and she tugged at his hands. "And who am I?"
He leaned closer. "You are nothing."
She wouldn't let him get to her. A point needed to be made; there was no other time she'd be close enough to make it. "Who am I?" she repeated.
His face darkened, power bubbling under the surface. "A distraction that has continued to push the boundaries so graciously given since your arrival." His power licked at her skin, and her own rose to meet it, making him jerk back in surprise.
"Who am I, Sesshoumaru?" She could feel the seal now that she was aware of it, a subtle hindrance to her power. Bokuseno was clever enough to braid it into her aura.
His claws dug into her wrists, piercing her flesh. "Desist. You have not been given permission—"
"Who am I?" She sat up, forcing him back with both the motion and her power, causing him to stumble off the bed and onto the floor. Her robe had completely fallen off, hanging loosely around her shoulders, but she ignored it as she towered over him. "Who am I, Sesshoumaru?" It was more of a whisper this time but held just as much fervour as before. She would not be ignored.
He dragged a hand through his hair. "As I have said, you are—" He met her gaze, retort dying on his tongue as his eyes widened in shock. She could feel his power shift, the impending storm tapering off to a deluge. "Kagome."