Author's Note: This piece was done because I got stuck on Seijuro Akashi from the series while outlining a multi-chapter Xover between the two and a picture of him being all sexy on Nightcore Song Can't Be Tamed. It includes him with his scissors! Thus the warning that Characters will be seriously Out of Character... due to the tension of sexual frustration.
a year and a half
Seijurou watched from where he was leaning on the corner of the Coach's desk as his companion and reason for being in said Coach's office paced the four steps width. Her raven-hair was blocking her face (mostly) his view. This girl was a literal pain in his ass. The kind that far exceeded what he felt in his first year of High School with Kagami and Seirin. No, this girl since she became a first-year last year and started as the Coach's aide on his team (thanks to the principal). Of course, he had mistaken her for a fangirl right away and turned her already (obvious) dour mood even darker.
To him, the female population was not worth his time or notice. He had his priorities: Academics and Basketball at school, then all his other studies that his father demanded of him. And was still reeling from the loss, the hell that came from his father for his loss after nothing but a constant winning streak since he joined Teiko Middle Schools Basketball Team, making First string his first year. This had earned him the ear-splitting, headache-inducing squeals of the female populace. Something he had been able to ignore until she, one Kagome Higurashi, had been thrust into his path.
"Dammit, this is utterly ridiculous! There is nothing to discuss or even work out!"
Seijurou felt his eyebrows jump on his forehead at her sudden outburst as he watched her come to a stop. The girl was a complex puzzle he had yet to figure out, and he was determined to complete this one in the four months left until he graduated. When Kagome began to pace again, since he hadn't spoken up, watching, studying her body language, something he was fairly familiar with. Noting it was agitated, even nervous. This was highly odd for the girl, as she was one of the few who would stand toe to toe with him and speak her mind so freely he wanted to throttle her. She openly defied him, mocked him without care, even insulted him, and was smug about it.
Tilting his head to the side as he continued to watch in silence, Seijurou tried to pinpoint the facts that had led to their rather odd relationship. He was sure that the girl didn't hate him. In fact, he was sure she was incapable of hating anyone.
Eighteen months
The soft ticking of the clock punctuated her pacing as she went from one wall to the other. She could feel Seijurou's eyes on her, and it was not helping matters. If anything, it was making her and the whole situation that much more unbearable. Why, oh why, did he have to be that person that had to crawl under skin and chafe in the worst way possible? And it all stemmed from that first day of Basketball practice when her grandfather pulled a favor to get her into Rakuzan (when she didn't want to go to… for very specific reasons). Only to be told by the principal that part of him accepting her there was she had to be the aide to a sports club as probation until she graduated, even if she maintained attendance and grades.
Flicking her eyes to the silent third year, whose eyes were tracking each movement she made, Kagome took a deep breath to calm herself. He had stood in front of her, blocking her from entering the gym, calling her a fangirl without batting an eye. Of course, Kagome was sure it didn't help that Yuka, Eri, and Ayumi were with her, tagging along. They hadn't let go of her dating Hojo (who was trying out for the Basketball Club) or that she had dated (which she hadn't and didn't ever want to) Inuyasha (whom they labeled as a bad boy, which was the truth). Her bad mood went nuclear, and she had shoved the note from the principal into his face, hissed at him, and then shoved him out of the way. Declaring if he wanted to deal with fangirls, it was the three behind her, only to have one of the boys in the gym come over and call out to Ayumi.
The shock and dark glare she'd gotten from the red-head (who she would learn quickly was Seijurou Akashi, Captain of the team) didn't phase her. Not after dealing with Sesshomaru's death glares. Yeah, he didn't impress her on iota then, but as time passed, she gave him a small bit of grudging respect, though she wouldn't ever tell him that. His ego was massive then and only getting larger by the day if his aura was anything to go by. But she couldn't help it; he reminded her of those she had left behind, those Kagome would never see again since the well closed after she came back to her time.
Pausing, Kagome looked up at the clock and then towards the door. It had been half an hour since they entered, and she wasn't going to give when the other party wouldn't even bother to reciprocate. She was tired of being a doormat, and she had built up her walls (which she was aware often fell now that she had made a few friends on the team and in the school) to protect herself from being used again. Making a snap decision, Kagome turned and darted towards the door of the Coach's office. She wanted out of there, it was getting oppressive, and she wasn't going to take it; the Coach would just have to deal… she had nothing to work out with this arrogant boy!
Seventy-eight weeks
Seijurou reacted quickly when Kagome had gone from being still to darting towards the door. Something in him, some deeply rooted instinct, told him not to let her leave the office. His mind had played over all the interactions he had had with her and others on the team. It was only him that she reacted violently towards, which had caused him all kinds of frustrations over the course of knowing her. His father had called him into his office when he noticed he had been distracted during his studies with the tutors his dad assigned him. The conversation had been left on an awkward note after he told his dad about Kagome. The advice his dad had given him was blunt and something he had never expected his father to tell him to fuck her and be done with it.
Then again, his dad had been shoving eligible girls in his direction since his first year of high school. Of course, he was sure it was because he hadn't shown interest in the opposite sex since he hit puberty. A thing he enjoyed making his father squirm over since he would have to marry and produce the next heir to the noble Akashi family and international conglomerate business. Then again, Seijurou didn't care for a brainless woman or one who was only interested in what he had to offer, be it bloodline, money, or fame from his family or Basketball. It sickened him; he did have standards even if he didn't show interest.
The moment he heard the knob click, his hand closed over Kagome's wrist and tiny hand, while his other shot past her waist and slammed against the door. He was but a few inches from her body and felt it stiffen. Glancing down, he saw as she shifted her body, pressing it against the door to create more space between them. It struck him as odd that she would choose to do this now when every time they'd had a verbal sparring match, she stood toe to toe with him. Viciously poking him in the chest (rather painfully and always in the same spot) as she lashed out with her words. So, why would she suddenly not want to be in his personal space?
As his mind mulled it over, analyzing it, he couldn't help but smile as she glared up at him through her fringe. Those deep, crystalline blue eyes almost black with her emotions had him smiling as a few dots connected in his mind. Seijurou couldn't believe it, but it was amusing and accurate from what he had observed of girls in general.
"Would you remove her hand from my person? And give me some space?"
Her words were not very loud; there was a tension that caused a tremor in them. Curious about his new theory, Seijurou felt his smile grow wider as he continued to look down at her.
"No," he stated. "The Coach was rather specific and even canceled practice to give us this time to work whatever the issue is."
The way her eyes went wide and her head dropped so he couldn't see even an inch of her face had him gloating internally. When he felt her body shift as she tried to pull her wrist from his grasp, Seijurou decided it wouldn't be a bad idea to test his new theory about this girl. The whole situation seemed like the divine had interveined and set it up. So, moving one of his legs forward, so his foot was between Kagome's legs, he pulled her back and spun them so his back was to the door, wrapping his free arm around her to keep her still and pressed against him, knowing it would aggravate her even more.
five-hundred and forty-seven days
Kagome felt shocked at him when he said no to her, causing her stomach to get that sinking feeling that she was not going to like what would happen. And after she looked down, it was proven as her body was forcefully spun away from the door. Her hand stung a little from being ripped from the doorknob it had been gripping. But what had her internally groaning and feeling very warm all over wasn't that he was still gripping her wrist tightly, no, it was that he was now pinning her body to his with his arm.
Her mind was overclocking (she was sure that was the term) as she felt his warmth seep through her thin school shirt, and the slow, steady beat of his heart as it beat inside his chest and against her back. Closing her eyes and trying to calm herself down, Kagome knew there was no escaping; she was caught prey, and he was the predator. This was not an unfamiliar feeling after traveling to Feudal Japan and being kidnapped quite often. Yet, this whole thing had her heart feeling like it was trying to burst from her chest.
When Kagome opened her eyes and looked up through her bangs at Seijurou, she felt a little more in control. Though his now mismatched eyes (when did he switch personalities? Was he aware of it?) had her swallowing. This is what had caused her almost two months ago to start to avoid him actively. That orange in his left eye was a deep amber that made her recall Sesshomaru mixed with Inuyasha from the look on his face. All while he had snuck up behind her and did a guard position while she was trying to attempt a free throw since the Archery Club Range was down for repairs from rain.
"T-there is n-no issue to work through, now l-let me g-go, Akashi-sama!" she said, hating that she was stumbling over words.
The way his eyes narrowed just a few centimeters as he looked down at her, his smile shrinking until it was practically a frown. Kagome suppressed a shudder as his aura took a darker turn, with his mood at her calling him sama. She knew he hated it because of who his family was. Then again, he took it as her insulting him when she was not because her own family was just as old, if not older than his noble one.
Not receiving an answer except for his body pushing forward, forcing her to walk with him away from the door, since he was holding her against his body. Kagome felt her body heat even further as he made his way towards the desk and large, overstuffed chair for those who were being lectured by the Coach. Kagome felt her fight or flight instinct kick in as he neared it, and her body was being turned in time with his, causing her to struggle and pull away from him. There was no way she was going to be held against her will and made to sit in his lap.
Thirteen thousand and one-hundred and forty hours
He was not surprised that she was trying to break free from him as he spun and sat in the old, comfy chair. The dark part of him was enjoying her struggles, knowing that she was aware that it was futile. His body reacted to her against him's heat and movement, and it wasn't altogether unpleasant. Normally, Seijurou went to great lengths to avoid touching others and being touched. Then again, Kagome had been touching him since the day they'd met, though it was violent and expressive; he knew there was no other ulterior motive to it.
"You… you let me go this instant!"
Her sharp gasp as he settled her across his lap easily, amazing at how small and light she was, while rather muscled. Seijurou knew she was in the Archery Club, and a very good marksman, and helped with the Gardening Club, having an impressive knowledge about herbs and their various uses. But that didn't explain the amount of muscle he felt under his arm and hand. But it pleased him that she could be this strong as it meant she was not weak physically.
"Dammit, you don't have to frown and look so smug, you arrogant, egotistical prick!"
He was not surprised by her crude language, having heard it plenty when no one else was around. Hell, she got rather creative with some of her descriptions of what he could do with his own body. Which gave credence to the stuff her middle school friends spewed about her getting tangled up with a real bad boy and his gang?
"Hey, mister, I think I am better than everyone because of my talents and skills. Let me go, or you'll regret it!"
Seijurou knew she wasn't bluffing; she had no problem getting physical. She'd done it to him a few times, though her punches had hurt a bit. But he'd seen her do it to a few guys who didn't want to take her saying no to being their girlfriend. It was crude, but she had judo flipped or used rudimentary Aikido to put them on their butts and backs. Tilting his head to the side to get a better look at her face, Seijurou felt his eyebrows jump up on his forehead again, her face was flushed and her eyes bright, causing a striking contrast, and it wasn't anger that was doing it. No, it was something he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Hey, don't look at me like that! I am not a specimen for you to study. Let me go now!"
He was getting irritated with her chatter and recalled a conversation he'd heard a few of the team members having. Higuchi had said that the easiest way to quiet a girl who chattered incessantly or was angry was to kiss her. Not sure if that was the best advice, Seijurou figured it was worth a shot, and he didn't mind wasting his first kiss in this manner. He needed to think, and it was hard with her ranting and struggling against him. The friction caused by her moving made his body react without his permission, tearing his control from him. So, when Kagome turned at the waist and looked him in the eyes, her mouth opening, he leaned in and sealed his lips over hers.
It was like electricity coursed through his body, while it was being doused in cold water. The way her body stiffened before a muted groan came from her had Seijurou leaning in, applying more pressure as he secured her more tightly to him. It was not unpleasant as he felt her body begin to soften, even mold to his chest.
Seven-hundred and eighty-eight thousand and four hundred and one minutes
She felt like she was frozen, melting, and drowning, all at once. The amount of shock flowing through her veins at Seijurou suddenly kissing her had Kagome fighting to keep her mind from checking out. This was not her first kiss, no far from it. She had shared several stolen ones from Inuyasha and vice versa. They'd been awkward and clumsy, proof that both were inexperienced. Then there had been the ones Kouga had given her, a whole different ballpark in skill level. Kouga's had been tender yet aggressive, while chaste all at once. It showed he did care about her and that he was also possessive. This kiss, the one she was receiving from Seijurou Akashi (who she had thought to be asexual and inexperienced in all romantic matters), was dominating as he pressed his lips against her, drawing another groan from her as Kagome felt her body relax into his hold, which tightened further.
This wasn't right? Why did he kiss her? He never showed any interest in girls before, and now he was kissing her. Slowly it came to Kagome, that while she was rather enjoying his kiss, why he had done it. It was to shut her up! Feeling anger bubble up from deep inside her (and she had a huge well of it inside from everything she'd gone through), Kagome placed her free hand on his shoulder and let it slide up his neck, nails lightly scraping his skin to thread through his hair.
Letting a smile curl her lips as she felt Akashi shudder lightly at the movement of her hands and how they carded through his hair before she fisted her hand and jerked hard. It broke the kiss as she watched his eyes snap open from the shock of what she had done, shining with pain. But what mattered was that his grip on her body had loosened enough, and she didn't hesitate to slide from his lap.
"I didn't think you had it in you to be an asshole! What the fuck where you thinking?" She snapped at him, her voice sounding exceptionally husky to her ears. "And kissing a girl to shut them up is the stupidest thing a man or woman cou-"
Her words died on her lips as his mismatched orange and red eyes flashed at her. It had her throat feeling suddenly dry as she felt her legs go weak. She had seen him use his Emperor's eyes on the court during a game. But now, he was using them on her, or was he? No, this was similar but not the same. She couldn't explain it, but Kagome felt a new heat blossom in her body, starting in the pit of her stomach as a little voice whispered in the back of her head. A voice she had done her best to ignore since she had met him.
Initial Meeting
The pain that radiated from the back of his head had him glaring up at Kagome, and it seemed as if time slowed down as he looked at her. Her face was now a dark crimson, her eyes even brighter (if it was humanly possible), and her lips were now rather swollen and dark. Seijurou realized that this is what people meant by lips being swollen from a kiss. He also realized that his theory was exceptionally accurate, and Kagome was one head-strong girl. That she would be so adamant about denying what she felt, and it was probably his fault. But that also meant that he was her type?
Seijurou didn't have time to blink or even react when she turned to face him, causing his left arm to cross his body because he still held her wrist, as Kagome leaned over him. His body tensed when she slid one leg alongside his, before doing the same with the other. This left him in awe and shock; she was now straddling him of her own free will.
"Kagome?"
Her name was an uncertain question on his lips as she settled herself back in his lap, their arms pinned between their bodies. And he couldn't say anything when she arched an eyebrow at him and pressed her lips against his almost as if she was desperate, though it wasn't as forceful as he had done, Seijurou leaned into her gentle, needy kiss.
He felt his body move without command as his free hand settled on her hip, pressing her down against him. Allowing him to feel heat sear through his basketball shorts and across his lap and groin. However, the small mewl that came from Kagome had him curling his fingers into her hip as she pressed her chest against his, causing her hips to rock forward. The friction had his body jerking in response, drawing from him a sound he hadn't thought he was capable of making. Not that it was unpleasant as he felt her hand slide up his arm to rest on his shoulders.
Seijurou liked what he was feeling, just not that he was losing control and needed to reclaim it. Having no experience, he decided what always worked when he played Basketball, letting his instinct guide him. Slowly he let his hand relax on Kagome's hip and move down to her now exposed thigh due to her skirt rising when she straddled him. The warmth under his hand as he marveled at how smooth it felt under his calloused fingertips. Then carefully, he began to move it up to the skirt's edge and under it, enjoying how Kagome's muscles tensed and relaxed under his touch.
When he reached where her thigh merged with her hip, he paused for but a few seconds, gauging how she was reacting to what he was doing. Seijurou felt his breathing stutter as she rocked against him again, spreading her moist warmth against his groin. Taking it for the ascent, he let his hand find her hip and had to pause because he was sure that what he was feeling wasn't normal? There was only a thin piece of string where his fingers touched her panty line, and it felt like it was held together by the little bow that his fingers were touching.
Kagome felt her breath stutter in her chest, as fingers slipped up under her skirt and stopped at her panties. It didn't take her hazy mind long to figure out why that enticingly erotic touch had stopped. The pair of panties she was wearing were special, as in she had to tie them to keep them on. Carefully she broke the kiss and looked Akashi in the eyes, not surprised that his pupils were fully dilated and looking at her with something she hadn't thought she'd ever see again, surprise mixed with need.
"Yes, they're tied on," she mumbled as she rested her forehead against his.
Kagome was no fool; if she kept going, this would go beyond just kissing and heavy petting and grinding. It pained her a little to admit she had been crushing on him, wondering what his touch would feel like on her skin? Yet, it was more than she could ever imagine as it burned trails across her flesh. And her body was humming with the desire to continue to throw caution to the wind.
"Seijurou?" she said, his name a question.
Kagome let her barriers down, showed him what she was feeling inside. Hoping that he'd catch on.
"Kagome, why?"
She knew what he was asking and unable to verbalize fully. It was how she had felt with Inuyasha for so long, yet he was not Inuyasha. No, Seijurou Akashi was a control freak, who kept himself on a tight leash as well, but always went for what he wanted. And that drove her fricking mad, just like it had with Sesshomaru.
"I have… no had my reasons," Kagome whispered to him, not breaking eye contact. "But I am not hiding from the truth anymore. I like you a lot. Enough that you pissed me off because you were untouchable and unfathomable to me."
The slow blink he gave her as she watched his lips curl into a dark smirk that had her physically shuddering as his odd eyes practically shone up at her. Then she felt it, a short, sharp tug from him on her panties before the strings brushed against her skin, which elicited a small moan at the feel from how sensitive she'd become.
He heard it from her lips. And the way she shuddered against him had him releasing the little bow and placing his hand on her now fully exposed skin. Still letting his instincts guide him, he pushed her down harder against him before pulling her tight against his body. Letting her wrist go and removing it from between their bodies, Seijurou had it under her skirt and released the other side of her panties just as quickly, before coaxing her to raise enough, he was able to remove them and toss them to the floor behind her. The whole time he was enjoying the look of wide-eyed shock on her face as her plump lips parted, her breath hitching.
Not caring, he moved his head and recaptured her lips with his own, slipping his tongue between them. His mind was making demands of him that his body registered and knew that she would give him all he wanted as he began to knead her flesh as she pressed herself against him, rocking rhythmically against him. He could feel as his shorts and boxer briefs became wetter with her arousal, causing his body to ache with an almost painful need.
Sex ed had been informative, as has had the advanced studies his dad had him take. He was well aware of how a man and woman's body would react. And he knew that soon this wouldn't be enough, that he would want more as desire began to take more of his control away. And Seijurou wasn't upset at losing it right now. His mind had theorized she liked him and was keeping him at arm's length, and that he liked her back because she wasn't an a-typical girl. No, she was smart, sassy, and gave as good as she got. That she had no ulterior motives and was a genuinely caring person, someone like his mother had been.
Seijurou felt his thoughts come to a crashing halt as his shirt was pulled from his shorts and touched his skin. Opening his eyes (which he hadn't been aware he closed) to look at Kagome, who had her own eyes closed while they kissed. She was very bold as those small, soft yet calloused fingers slipped to the band of his shorts and then into them. Unable to stop himself at the feeling she evoked, he moaned into their kiss and lifted his hips, pressing them into her damp sex at her fingers lightly brushed over his own through his boxer briefs.
He broke the kiss to get much-needed air as his lungs began to burn. The way she stared at him, uncertain, had Seijurou rocking his hips against her. The way her eyes lit up, and she smiled lazily, had his heart thumping in his chest.
There was no returning for her now, nope. Kagome saw what she was sure she was feeling reflected in his eyes. Sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth, she lightly chewed on them as she steeled herself.
"Akas- No, Seijurou, I want you, please," she said, shocked at how she sounded. There was raw need coming out in a husky tone. "Will you give me what I want?"
Kagome wasn't sure it was possible, yet she saw it, as his pupils blew out more, making his eyes almost black.
"Yes."
That single word had her world coming to a halt as she smiled at him, only to pout as he removed one hand from her person. Only to understand a second later as he jerked the small lamp table drawer open, revealing the contents inside. Unable to help herself, Kagome felt her cheeks heat in a mix of shyness and embarrassment at condoms and sex manual sight. She was well aware that quite a few of the team members were active, and the Coach had been adamant about giving the sex talk every semester and reminding them he kept the damn things in his office in this drawer for them to access.
Seijurou had never thought the Coach's contraceptive supply would ever be of use to him, but as he pulled out one of the shiny foil wrappers, slamming the door shut after, he would be grateful. Then again, he never expected his first time would be in the Coach's office either. That thought had him feeling deviously deviant at that moment. So, as he started to remove his other hand to open the package, Seijurou went still when Kagome snagged it in one hand, rising on her knees to tower over him.
He could only watch as she placed the package in her teeth and pulled her hand to open it. The look she shot him brought him out of the slight stupor, and he didn't waste a second with bracing his legs on the floor, pushing back into the chair and lifting his hips, shoving his shorts down his thighs. It was by some miracle that he didn't hiss aloud when the cool air of the office (which had felt so hot seconds ago) rushed across his hard and fevered flesh.
This had been edited to keep with the T.o.S. of FFN. If you'd like to read the full version, please go to my AO3 Account and click on Random Kagome Pairings and Initial Meeting. My screen name on AO3 is the same as here, except for the Underscores between each word.
He could feel his abdominal muscles flex as a tingling started at the base of his spine. Knowing he would finish soon, Seijurou lifted his face from where he had buried it, watching as Kagome bit down on her bottom lip, eyes fluttering in an attempt to stay open as he felt her body start to tense again. Grinning as he leaned in, whispered her name as he kissed her once more. Seijurou would admit that he liked kissing Kagome a lot. Her lips were soft, pliant, and she seemed to understand what he wanted as his tongue licked at her lips' seams.
It didn't take much longer before he felt his legs start to shake as Kagome's core fluttered and tried to draw him in deep again. Then as if he felt as if he was exploding outwards, Seijurou climaxed, his moan being swallowed by Kagome's mouth as he devoured her own, her hands clawing almost painfully at his upper back as the heels of her feet dug into the back of his thighs. Once he rode out the euphoric feeling, his body felt tired, as if he did a full day of the hardest practice with the team.
Pulling back, drawing a displeased grunt from Kagome as he broke the kiss, Seijurou looked at her flushed face, how her dark lashes caressed her cheek. The way it shone slightly in the fluorescent light with a light coat of sweat. He wasn't one to call things beautiful, but as she let her head loll to the side, causing a few strands of her long raven-hair to slip over her shoulder and frame her face softly, she could say she was truly beautiful. And something in him felt satisfied, fulfilled at what he was seeing. Knowing that no one had seen this image of her, that he was the first.
"Aka- Seijurou?"
Her words were soft, breathy, and in that low husky sounding. It made Seijurou feel as if something stirred in him. Giving a small shake of his head as the sounds of reality came rushing back in, via the form of the clock on the wall. Narrowing his eyes as he turned his head, looking over his shoulder, to see that they'd been in the office for about two hours. The school would be closing soon, and that meant the return of the Coach in less than thirty minutes. Frowning, he carefully moved them back to the chair.
As he lifted her tiny body, sliding from her warmth, Seijurou was once more amazed at how light she was with all the muscle that she had hidden on her body. Being gentle, he set her on the care and went about straightening himself, to realize as he used a kleenex to remove and house the now thoroughly used condom, that he didn't want to toss it in the wastebasket. That would be questions he didn't want to answer.
Kagome was trying to get her bearings; she felt her body being lifted then set down on cool leather. It was an odd sensation to be so warm (or feel that way) and then be placed on a smooth, cold surface. Her eyes lifted to watch Seijurou as he fixed himself only to see a bit put out when he stopped in mid-action of tossing the evidence in the wastebasket.
"Put it in my purse; it is under the desk," Kagome mumbled as she tried to get her mind in order.
She was sure it would hit her like a ton of bricks later tonight that she had lost her virginity to a boy that aggravated her while reminding her of two of her friends, and in the Coach's office at school. Right now, she felt happy, relaxed adn like she was floating on a cloud in heaven (not that she believed it was a place).
"You sure?"
Smiling as she spoke again, "Yeah, it would be easier for me to dispose of it than leave it here and get interrogated later… which is a conversation I think neither of us wants to have with Coach or our parents?"
The way he blanched had Kagome laughing as she watched him bend over and reach under the desk. She rather enjoyed watching him move about the court, and now she appreciated how the slinky material used for standard Basketball shorts hugged his nice and firm ass. Realizing where her thoughts were going, Kagome pinched her legs to make her stop. She was sure this was a one-time thing, and it relieved all the tension between them (or hoped it did). Not that there wouldn't be much awkward between them now at practice or in passing?
Seijurou watched Kagome after standing up, his hand curling in a fist around the small piece of clothing he had picked up. It was much smaller than he had thought possible to cover a person decently, but then again, it was blood red, with yellow ribbons use to hold the article of clothing in place.
"We need to get out of here."
At her words, he gave a small nod of his head as he bent over once more and grabbed her purse. When he was upright again, he knew he hadn't been mistaken the first time; she was openly admiring his posterior. Shaking his head as he handed her the purse, Seijurou turned and made his way to the office door and opened it.
"Hey, do you know where you threw my… panties?"
At her comment, he stepped out the door, seeing the Coach enter the gym. Glancing over his shoulder and smiling at Kagome, he held up the hand that held the panties open enough to show her before jogging off towards the locker room. The piercing scream of his name from the office as he passed the Coach had Seijurou laughing darkly. They were his prize, and he wouldn't be giving them back, as he thought of how uncomfortable Kagome would be going home exposed because of him. He'd text her later, since he had her number thanks to her position as Coach's aide, and let her know he was keeping them. And that this was not a one-time thing, that until graduation she was his. Making it clear any other guy to touch her intimately would meet with some serious pain because he was possessive of the things and people he valued.
THE END!