Kagome wanted to wipe the smug expression clean off his face. He was using her own words against her, forcing her to voice desires that she wasn't ready to admit to yet.
He was a good lay, she'd give him that, but it had only been one time, and already she was coming back for more. The side of her mouth twitched at the feral gleam in his eyes. At least it wasn't just her. He wanted it just as much, and if it was the best way to alleviate their stress, so be it.
"You will have to be more specific than that, miko," he said, leaning in closer though still without touching. "You are the one who demands respect."
Her eyes narrowed. He wasn't getting off that easy. She was still pissed that she was having to use his pelt after he'd thrown a hissy fit about her smelling like his brother. Granted, she might've rubbed that in his face on purpose, but she hadn't expected this reaction.
"I could just leave," she shot back, dipping under his arm and heading toward the mouth of the falls.
He grabbed her wrist, sneering as he yanked her back against the wall. "I can smell your arousal," he accused.
Kagome smacked his hand away. "A lot of things arouse me. It's my choice whether or not to do anything about it. Especially when one of those things is being an inconsiderate ass." She raised an eyebrow, daring him to deny it, and he scowled at her.
"I have already apologized," he groused.
"For almost drowning me. Not for the attitude."
He bristled at the situation. "I will not change—"
"I'm not asking you too!" she growled, shoving him backward. "But that doesn't excuse you for assuming your view of things is the only view. Some of us enjoy being asked for clarification before the worst is assumed." She was pushing back a little harder than she should, given the circumstances, but he was cockblocking himself. "I'm not some simpering female, Sesshoumaru. I deserve just as much respect as you."
He backed her up against the cave wall, but only because she refused to let him touch her until he'd learned his lesson. "Because you demand it."
"You're damn right." Her gaze was unwavering, chin held high. She was not the same person who fell down the well at fifteen, letting people use her as a welcome mat. If Sesshoumaru wanted to use her at all, he was going to have to work for it.
He sniffed in disdain, but it was different from before. His eyes were still on her, proximity caging her in without looking down on her. Even he couldn't claim he was the same as back then—she'd never have let him touch her if he was—but she wasn't going to fuck anyone who thought they were better than her.
She'd get the respect she was due even if she had to beat it out of him.
He eventually exhaled, though his eyes never left hers. "I will be sure to ask before you wish to bathe."
"Not good enough. You said that already." He growled, claws flexing. Kagome crossed her arms over her chest, ignoring the way his pelt tickled her skin. "It's not, and you know it." His jaw muscles clenched, and she wondered just how far she could push him. She already knew she liked it rough—but she wasn't about to admit that until he made a change for the better.
He eventually relented, shoulders sagging slightly. "I will make sure to take your preferences into account before acting on my own." A blanketed statement, but a bold one, coming from him.
Kagome smirked, just to rub his defeat in a little more. "There, was that so hard?"
His hand wrapped around her neck, pinning her against the wall. "You push your luck, miko."
She raised an eyebrow, reiki crackling through his pelt before travelling up his arm. "Do I?" She watched his pupils dilate, and the fur tightened around her, rubbing against sensitive flesh. She sucked in a breath, refocusing before sending another shockwave through his body.
His grip around her neck tightened, but not to the point of cutting off her airflow, and he leaned closer. "Just remember, you asked." Kagome shuddered, letting him turn her around. The pelt shifted, wrapping around her wrists, effectively tying them together as her lower half was left completely exposed. His hands began to wander, claws dragging up her thighs until they found her core, wet and wanting.
Her hands clenched into fists, nails digging into her palms as he traced her opening. "I didn't tell you to tease me."
"If you are not prepared properly, you will require more time to heal." He was pushing his luck, and she'd have called him on it if he hadn't chosen that moment to slide a finger inside her. Kagome exhaled slowly, not wanting to admit how good it felt. His fur rippled, youki teasing and temping, and her muscles clenched involuntarily. He pulled his finger out, adding a second when it slid back in. "Where is your voice now, miko?"
She muttered a curse under her breath. If she wasn't already pent up, and stressed from finally finding Rin and the conversation with Inuyasha, she might've had the will to walk away. As it was, she knew she'd never be able to sleep if he didn't do something. At least, more something than what he was doing now. "I need more than that," she ground out.
"You will have to be specific," he said, keeping his pace steady. "I would not want to overstep your boundaries when you have been so explicit about them." She opened her mouth to blast him, but he curled his fingers inside her, and her retort turned into a moan.
His pelt pulled on her hands, stretching her out and leaving her exposed for the taking, but he continued with his ministrations, his free hand splayed wide on the cave beside her. She bit her lip, then pressed back against his fingers.
"I need more."
"Another finger?"
"No." Sucking in a breath, she spread her legs wider, not even bothering to pull at the fur. "I need your cock."
Sesshoumaru let out a dark chuckle. "Now?"
"Now." The combination of his hand and the sizzle of youki along her skin were making her desperate. She wasn't about to beg, but if a few choice words helped drive the message home about consent, then so be it. Once her head cleared, she'd get him back.
He didn't even remove his armour, and for that, she was grateful. She needed the release, the explosion of paroxysm that came with their coupling, and if she could just get him inside her, she knew he wouldn't be able to deny her any longer.
At least, she hoped not.
He seemed to be as into it as she was back at the spring, considering how little it had taken him to jump her. Her next exam wasn't for a while, but they were both stressed about finding Rin, so this would take the edge off.
If he would just get on with it.
Closing her eyes, she manifested her reiki, picturing it tangling with his hair and clothes. It slid down his body, leaving burn marks in its wake, and she only had a moment to smirk before his power surged in response. He took her with a single thrust, leaving them both shuddering, and she rolled her body, trying to take more of him.
"Move," she said after a moment, teeth grinding together at how far he was taking this. He gripped her hips, holding her still as he began thrusting, and Kagome nearly sighed in relief at the hardened pace. If she had to instruct him for everything, there was no point.
She tossed her hair out of the way to tell him as much but paused at the look of concentration on his face. His fingers flexed against her sides, only the two without claws holding her firmly, and she clicked her tongue, staring back at the wall.
"It's also about reading your partner," she breathed. "Picking up on their preferences so they don't have to keep telling you what they want." She glanced over her shoulder, for once glad that she was tied up. She didn't have to worry about holding onto anything.
Amber eyes glittered in the darkness. "And what do you want?" he asked. There was no malice in his tone; the fact he was asking proved he was honestly curious, and Kagome smirked.
She never thought she'd end up here, but the idea of starting from scratch with a partner willing to listen to her needs was intriguing. Most guys balked at the limits she tried to set, and she'd never had time to find someone trained enough in it. How far could she push him?
"I don't mind the marks. Or the claws." She arched her back, muscles clenching around him in a delicious show. "I like it when you're rough." She could barely see his face, but it was enough to witness his hooded expression, and she went in for the kill. "Even if you are jealous."
His hand shot out and grabbed her hair, twisting violently as he yanked it backwards. "Watch your mouth, miko."
She grappled for purchase, his pelt releasing her wrists and slithering down one leg. The sting of his youki bit into her flesh, eliciting another moan, and she grabbed his wrist as she looked up at him, back arched.
"Make me."
He snarled, all thoughts of slow and tepid leaving his mind as his hips snapped forward. She cried out, claws pricking her skin as he held her still. She was at his mercy, back bowed with his grip on her hair, and electricity crackled through her with each thrust. It didn't take much to send her over the edge, and she seized up, gasping for air.
Sesshoumaru didn't stop.
He eventually let go of her hair, pinning her against the cave wall as he slammed into her. She knew there'd be scrapes and bruises tomorrow, especially on her hips, but she was beyond caring. He wasn't using his mouth, so it wasn't as if the marks would be anywhere visible. It was just about sex, so she could leave all of her worries at the door—or the mouth of the cave, as the case may be—and just enjoy the sensations.
And he created a lot of them.
Waves of pleasure washed over her as he continued to take his fill, and she braced herself as he hooked an arm under her knee, pulling her leg up high and shifting the angle. Kagome bucked, nails digging into her palms as she tried to hang on, tried to prolong it—for both of them. But he wouldn't have it, youki creeping up her body in a purposeful caress.
"Let go," he growled. She wasn't sure if he meant the wall or her resistance, but she relaxed, crying out as he went even deeper. Release tore through her, and his thrusts became erratic, skin slapping together before he pulled out of her. She tensed, but his fist wrapped around his cock, pumping himself a few times before he came on the floor.
She would've laughed if she'd had enough air to, and she made a mental note to talk to him about the wonders of modern birth control—when she could form a coherent thought.
His pelt finally released her, returning to his shoulder, and she leaned against the wall, legs shaky. "See?" she said, blinking slowly. "It's more fun when you communicate properly."
"You are the one who seemed to regret her choice of words," he replied, expression smug.
"Until I mentioned that lovely tidbit about you being jealous."
His expression immediately closed off, eyes narrowing, and she stopped herself from laughing. He looked like a kid after his parents found out he actually liked school. "You threw me into a waterfall because I smelled like your brother," she said, chest still heaving. "What else was I supposed to think?" She giggled at his pinched expression and patted his arm. "I'm just kidding. I know it'll never get that serious."
His face was impassive as he looked at her placating hand. "Then why bring it up?"
"How else was I supposed to get you to play rough?" He stiffened, muscles tensing at the confession.
"You enjoy it."
Kagome hummed in response, testing out her legs, then breaking away to check her clothes. "I said as much, didn't I?"
"Humans do not usually engage in such carnal acts. Their flesh takes longer to heal."
They were damp but would do for now, and she cleaned herself off in the spray of the falls, then shimmied into her jeans as best she could. "And you have so much experience with humans." She grinned again when he growled. "You need to learn how to take a joke."
"Your insistence to mix fact with humour skews the truth."
Finishing with her clothing, she turned back to him. "You're right, sorry. There's a term in my time for people who enjoy the rougher sides of sex. I'm not as extreme as some, but don't hold yourself back." She smiled, a faint blush covering her cheeks. "I won't break."
His gaze wandered over her body, and Kagome would've felt self-conscious if not for the heated satisfaction she saw in his expression. "I will remember that."
"Good. Well—" She clapped her hands together awkwardly. "We should probably get back. I need to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow. Plus, I need to have that lovely conversation with Sango in the morning." She looked between him and the roaring falls, dragging a hand through her still-damp and now tangled hair. "I don't suppose there's a way to get out without drenching ourselves?"