I Want You To Want Me

Coming home with Ryuma after picking him up from school, Sango decided not to order take, but to cook his favorite. She didn't want him to get used to take-out too much. While preparing their meal, she'd been thinking of a reasonable answer as to why she felt like her body would become ablaze, whenever he'd be around her. She didn't know why but she needed to have Sesshoumaru in the worst way, which lead to her solution for her little problem to just keep her distance. Remembering the lunch date, after they said their goodbye's, his heated look told her enough. Enough to know that he'd be trying his darn best to get her to surrender to him.







Rushing to her apartment, she cursed profusely because of the rain that kept coming down even more, which was making it hard to see. And of course sesshoumaru had insisted he'd drive her in this dreadful weather as he put it. Being stuck in a car with him, so close to each other wasn't a good thing. So she told him no, that's when he became persistent.



Working for him for six and a half months was stressful enough, last week had been complete hell on her body, no matter how much she told herself not to react to him so easily, it happened anyway. The strange tingling feeling in the pit of her stomach, like butterflies were spreading their wings all at the same time. In the end sango found a way to keep her job and not rape her boss, had been number one priority on her new list of things to do. Swerving quickly out of an passing car, she cursed again for thinking about him while driving.



Making another u-turn, she was about thirty minutes away from her apartment. Ryoma had been feeling sick at school, and she couldn't come and pick him up because of the board meeting she had to endure. And let's not forget all the many documents she had to look over and revise, for his lordship. A friend that lived across the hall from her, came to pick him up instead. Parking in front of her apartment building, quickly grabbing her briefcase and a beige folder full with more paper work.



Balancing her stuff like a true juggler, she entered the building pressing for the elevator and waited. About five minutes of waiting, she just so happened to look up to see that there was a small white sign that read, out of service. Cursing again, she treaded up the stairwell, since remembering that she lived on the fifteenth floor, caused her to curse some more. She frowned thinking what an awful Thursday. Coming to her floor and on her last breath, she made it, thanking the gods she didn't live any higher. Taking a moment to suck in more air, she made the short mile to her door, unlocking it. She dropped her things on the kitchen table, turning on the light switch and went to the kitchen for a cup of water gulping it down in one shot. She took off her suit jacket and heels, sighing in pleasure for her poor feet. Finding her favorite pair of tweety slippers, she left her apartment heading across the hall. Knocking the door opened, to a woman with short pink hair smiling from ear to ear.



“Hey suki.”



“Hiya sango, come on in. He's been a sleep for about an hour now.”



“Thank you so much for everything.”



“No prob. I like Ryoma he's a cutie.”



“Did he have a fever?”



“Slightly, but nothing serious. I gave him some miso soup with a cup of herbal tea and a few drops of medicine and he went right to sleep.”



“Again, I thank you Suki.”



“Sango, it's alright. I don't mind.”



“I've just been so busy at work and my boss is a slave driver.”



“You just started, you'll get used to it in no time.”



“It's been six months.”



“Okay. I'm going to make you some of my green tea. And then you can tell me all about it.”



“About what?”



“About the man who has you so bent.”



“I didn't say...”



“It's written all over your face.”



“I'll take that cup of tea now.”



“Coming right up.” After spilling her ever dying need to be in every sexual position she could think of with her boss, sango sat back in her chair. Draining the last of her tea, she put her chin in her palm, “So?” Waiting for a solution to her constant woo.



Suki tapped her chin in thought, her brain taking in the new bit of info sango just gave her. “Okay. You wanna jump his bones, in the worst way and can't bring yourself to do it. Because it would make you look as if you're trying to climb the corporate ladder, so to speak.” It was bad enough suki was right, about wanting sesshoumaru.



“Yep, that's it in a nutshell. Am I screwed up in the head or what?” She stood taking both their tea cups to the sink, while running hot water. “I mean you have to see it from my point of view Suki, he's absolutely gorgeous.” She began to blush, remember how it felt to feel his skin against hers. “Just so perfect in every way. I'm nowhere near his equal.”



Suki shook her pink hair, taking pity for her friend. “That sounds like you’re in love.” Sango snapped her head as soon as those words left her mouth.



“I can't possibly be in love, Suki,” She laughed, trying her best to sooth her pride. “I've only worked there for six and a half months. I don't even know him that well.”



Suki smiled knowingly. “Don't say I didn't tell you! So when will things start getting hot and heavy? Take it from me Sango, you’re going to know one way or another.”



“Oh Suki, that's so not professional and I haven't had sex in six years. Oh god, what about...”



Filled with remorse, suki walked over to sango giving her a warm hug of reassurance.“It's okay to do something from the heart sango. What's the worst that could happen?”





A typical Monday morning, had sesshoumaru a little on the edge. It had been an eventful day, it was only eleven and he'd been keeping his distance from sango, which was a good thing for him. Two years ago was when, he started having feelings for her, feelings he thought died with his wife centuries ago. And he meant wife because he never mated with his human Rin. Emotions he wanted just as dead as his family, he would of been a father but things didn't turn out the way it was suppose to. Since Rin's death, he never even considered any woman romanticly in particular, just physical release. And he took it, with women sophisticated enough to know the score.



Sango was neither of those. Which is why he ignored the way her brown eyes ate him alive whenever they were together. She was why he ignored his own base reaction to her delicious curves and his desire to touch her silky dark hair when she wore it down. That his dreams were cursed, no longer haunted by his dead wife but a twenty-six year old mortal who he could not and would not have. He was glad he hadn't seen her since earlier this morning; he made sure she had work, and more work to keep her busy. He gave her the day-off but of course she flat out refused, and to be honest he'd been angry with himself for his lack of mental control and furious with Sango for being the source of his sexual frustration. Sometimes he couldn't even think straight without staring at her, she was his secretary and nothing more. It was lunch time so the building was pretty much deserted. Being alone with her around was bad.



A faint knock could be heard at the door, and not bothering to look up he gave permission to the person that needed entry. That had been a big mistake, because his nose picked up on an familiar vanilla scent, smelling as sweet as ever. He knew it was her. Sesshoumaru kept his cool, not letting her see the sweat that poured at his temple. She did that to him, and that's why he had to get her away from him fast.



She just didn't know when to take a break, “What is it Sango, I'm busy?” The anger in his voice made her jump. But she ignored his temper and glared at him. She didn't know why he'd been acting this way toward her.



“The Matsumi merger is revised and printed, so is the Suguchi file.” He hasn't even so much as bat an eye at me, the jerk. What did she do to him to make him act so cold? Sango was curious, very curious.



“Good, you can leave now.” Her hands fisted at her side, and she took a deep breath.



He had to purposely push her away, because she was driving him crazy. “It would be the polite thing to do, if you could at least say thank you.”



“That's not what I pay you for. And it would do you some good to respect my wishes and leave like I asked you.” She visibly recoiled from his words, but the stubborn little chin came up again, as she stood directly in front of his desk.



“I can speak my mind if I want to, and another thing, you don't have to be so nasty to me just because your having a bad day.” Now she got his attention, Sesshoumaru picked up his head and glared.



Taking off his glasses, while putting them aside he casually leaned back in his leather chair. “Well Sango.” That smile, the one that made you weak in the knees. “I apologize for my behavior, and I'd like to make it up to you.” He was almost positive that her hormones were as affected as his.



She looked startled by his sudden change in mood. “Oh...” She always blushed whenever their eyes met, and when he came close...like right now. Oh dear god, he's coming closer.



Sango was immobile, stunned that she didn't notice him leave his seat. “There's no need for a-an apology. I'm alright. I'm sorry to have bothered you” He watched her luscious lips move and form words. Their natural fullness just begging to be kissed. He came to a stop in front of her, falling back against his desk, he leaned on the edge.



She made a nervous gesture with her hands as his silence stretched, his aching sex went into attack and conquer mode. “Um, Mr. Mushima...” He noticed with great interest how she backed away from him. And that's when he pulled her between his legs, so her body was one inch from rubbing up against the baddest erection he'd ever had. He wanted to do an experiment, and he hoped he wouldn't fail because if he did he didn't know what he was going to.



“Please call me Sesshoumaru.” She had to want him too. No way could this much desire be one-sided.



He was so close, violating her space, “I-I don't feel comfortable calling the owner of the company by his first name.” Those eyes of his that were normally bland with emotion went dark with, hunger.



“I don't mind. I mean we practically work together. It's only right that we keep things at a first name basis, don't you agree?”



She bit her lip and stared at him for a second. “Uh, okay but...”



“Sango, I want to kiss you, but I don't want you to feel pressured into letting me because you work for me.” He gave up on the subtle approach and decided on blunt honesty.



She was looking at him as though he'd gone nuts, and the truth was, he had. “What?” Her almond brown eyes widened and her lips parted but nothing came out.



Sesshoumaru took a deep breath, finding it more and more difficult to subdue his primal urges, she brought that out of him. “I want to kiss you.”



“Now?”



She didn't say no so it was a start, “Yes.”



“I-I...”



He forced the desire to just pick her right up and devour her lips. “You don't have to let me if you don't want to. Your job isn't on the line. And I won't hold it against you if you say no.” He said for good measure. Her answer had to be voluntary on her part.



She blushed, her gaze lowered. “You really want to kiss me?”



“Yes I do.”



“Now?” She repeated.



“Yes, now.” His voice came out like some kind of animal growl, and he hoped to hell he hadn't scared her.



“You promise m-my job doesn't depend on this?



“I promise.” More growling. He needed to have her lips in the worst way.



She waited a moment before she spoke, “Well, alright.” Finally, he lowered his head and stopped to savor her scent. Vanilla and pheromones mixed together, that went straight to his head and not the one attached to his neck. He kissed her once, softly, and savored the feel of lips he'd been wanting for two long years. Then he broke contact and waited with his mouth poised just above her own. Two seconds went by. Three. Four. Five.



Her eyes opened and looked straight into his. The disappointment there was food for his starving sex. “Is that all?” He closed his mouth over hers before she finished speaking, catching her lips apart. Lips that were so soft and sweet, he would gladly eat them every night after dinner for dessert. He nibbled her lower lip, tasting it with the tip of his tongue. Until she let her mouth open a little bit farther, and he dipped inside, feeling as if he was on an overdose of pleasure as her honey-sweet taste lured him in. She moaned and arched into him, and in return he cupped her backside with one big hand and pressed her forward.



He could feel pre-cum wet his tip and he still wanted more. He lifted her, using her body to caress his needy flesh, all the while he knew he was taking it too far. They could pursue it later. However, none of the arguments could put a hand brake on the need that had been building up for two years. Worse for his self-control, she was as lost to the pleasure as he was. Sango writhed against him, her fingers buried and locked around his neck. Using the hand not busy grabbing her butt to feel her front. Her shirt was thin cotton; her bra couldn't be padded, being able to feel that hard and tight little peak poking the center of his palm. He squeezed her breast, kneaded it and then rubbed his palm over her nipple until she was climbing his legs, practically straddling him.



One shift of his big body and she was straddling him. He slipped his hand down over the soft flesh of one of her cheeks, until his fingers were pressing into the apex of her thighs. Her panties were no barrier to him, feeling the wetness their kiss had brought between her legs. She was hot, hot and sexy and so on the edge that he wondered which one of them was going to go over first. He wanted her too long to worry about the embarrassment of coming in his shorts like a horny adolescent. So he slipped his hand inside her panties, feeling skin so soft, it begged for one caress after another under his knowing hand. Pressing downward, he slid his middle finger into the slick and swollen warmth between her legs. Then he started undoing buttons with his other hand and got inside her shirt. He'd been right. Her bra was some kind of thin, silky material, and it had a front clasp. With the flick of his wrist he had the catch open and was peeling fabric away from his prize, all the while kissing her with hunger built by prolonged fantasizing run amok.





One perfectly shaped mound was enough to fill his big hand. He squeezed and she moaned. He upbraided her nipple with his palm, and she made a deep animal sound in the back of her throat and started rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat. He bucked against her, increasing the friction of their bodies while his tongue started to mock what his body so desperately wanted to do to her. Unleashed desire raged out of his body, and he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and gently pinched. Then pulled it, rolling the sweet morsel between his fingers, before lightly pinching it again. And Sango exploded, her body bowing, pressing her swollen lips even harder against his throbbing erection, squeezing his finger in rhythmic contractions. Her mouth tore from his, a guttural cry erupted from her throat. When it stopped, he was practically lying on his desk with her on top of him. Her head landed against his shoulder like dead weight, her body went boneless against him and he had to hold on to her so she wouldn't fall.



He couldn't believe how totally wasted he felt and he hadn't even come. “I think this is going to work out.” She mumbled something against his neck to his statement.



“What?” He said. Still breathing heavy from there kiss and touch game.



“I said what's going to work out?”



“Us. Seeing each other.” Sango's entire body went rigid as his words penetrated the sensual fog that had taken over her brain within seconds. Was she dreaming? Even more so than her totally hot boss she worked for wanting to kiss her. Now he wanted to keep seeing her. None of her fantasies had had as much solid realism as the six foot four inch, two hundred pound body beneath her. She had to get off of him and talk about this, what if someone came into his office and saw them. Not only had she gone completely over the edge from a simple kiss, but she just had the most mind blowing orgasm of them all, all from a kiss! She couldn't stay draped over Sesshoumaru like a sack of potatoes, she had to get up, but how did she politely ask a man to stop playing with parts of her body.



“Um, Sesshoumaru?”



“Hmm?” His chest rumbled with the sound against her bare breasts, and a new worry assailed her. How the heck was she going to cover up and get off of him at the same time? How embarrassing.



“I...Could you uh...Do you think you could move your hand?” She finally spit out.



“Sure.” She sighed in relief that had been a lot easier then she'd thought. He moved the hand that held her in-no-way-relaxed nipple between two fingers so that it cupped her breast instead. Then he sighed, too, as if he liked the position. She knew she had to be heavy; she wasn't some tiny thing like the other women that worked here. He was breathing too hard to be comfortable. Pulling her hands from around his neck, she pressed on his chest, propping herself above him. His coal colored eyes were hazy with what she figured was satisfied lust. The irrational side of her liked that she was responsible.



His mouth curved up at one corner in a smile she could only describe as smug, and he winked at her. “We're great together.” He sounded really happy about that.



She frowned in concentration, trying not to react to the feel of him touching her so intimately. “Sesshoumaru, I really need you to move your hand.”



“I did.”



“Your other hand.”



“This one?” He whispered softly. And he moved it all right, backward and forward, bringing forth an involuntary reaction from her body, making her arch and shiver, then moan. Good god! Tthat feels sooo good. His finger was still inside her. And it felt wonderful. Sango collapsed on top of him, her nose buried in his chest. “I want to get off.” She mumbled the lie into his shirt.



“I'll get you off. Don't worry.” He proceeded to show her just how easy it would be as his hand did sinful, insidious things to her. And she love it. But right now fear of getting caught definitely overruled desire. Only he didn't seem to care at all. One more dangerous caress of that amazing finger and her manners and good senses, were going to be forgotten. She couldn't think of anything else to do but to hit his shoulder.



His hand stopped moving and relief warred inside her. “What was that for?”



“I want you to stop.”



His body stilled completely. “You want me to stop?” No, she didn't want him to stop but there had to be some sort of logical explanation for what had just happened.



“Yes. And I want to get off of you.” His hand convulsed possessively, frightening her because she felt so right in his arms.



“I want to kiss you again.”



She lifted up in panic. “No.”



He frowned. “Why not? I know you liked what I was doing to you.” Heat scorched up her body, and she knew her cheeks weren't the only things blushing.



“I don't think this is right. And I want to stop, now.” He closed his eyes and made a sound as though he was in pain, but he moved his hand. They both did, falling away from her body to lie like sleeping tigers on her desk. She eyed them, flicking her gaze from one then the other with distrust.



He remained still. “If your going, go. I don't think I can keep my hands off you for much longer.” His voice was tight with strain, and both hands curled into fists. Sango scrambled off of him, hoping he wouldn't open his eyes until she was covered up. He didn't move, nor did his eyes open, and she spun away to refasten her bra and button up her shirt with her back to him.



“One day, Sango. I'm going to see every delicious inch of you.” She was startled by the sound of his voice and the phone ringing at the same time. He was leaning against the desk, his hair mussed with his expression downright feral.



“Um, aren't you going to answer that?” Who would have thought the sophisticated business partner of Harashi corp could look so primitive?



He glared at the phone none to happy for being interrupted at such an inopportune time. “Don't move from that spot.” And she stood, she didn't know why she was obeying his command but for the love of her, she stood and waited.



Picking up the phone and listening for a brief moment, then hanging up. He sighed because Kouga requested his presence. “That was Kouga. I have to see him about something, it'll be real quick.” What bad timing. He thought.



Sango was appalled and horribly embarrassed by the way she reacted, “I'm sorry.” And she was, all to a simple kiss and some light petting no less. It just went to show that over six years without sex had left her extremely vulnerable.



“What for?”



“I sort of went crazy, and all you wanted to do was kiss me.”



“Didn't you notice me going a little crazy, too?” He sighed for the second time, knowing he had some explaining to do when he got back, “Look if anyone should apologize, it should be me, but I'm not sorry.”



Now she was confused, “Why aren't you? All you wanted was a kiss, and we practically made love on top of your desk.”



His eyelids lowered, and the expression on his face was nothing short of predatory. “We were a long way from making love, but I'd be happy to demonstrate the difference.”



She backed up a step, even though he hadn't moved. “That's not such a good idea.”



“Fair enough, but we have to talk about this,” Sesshoumaru tugged at his tie until it was loose enough to pull over his head, “I'm serious Sango, don't leave.” Then he unbuttoned the top two buttons on his dress shirt, and poor Sango wanted to ask him to undo more. She stomped on the urge and simply nodded in answer, she kept a stiff upper lip until he gently kissed the tip of her nose breezing past her out the door. Sango slumped her shoulders, this was bad. That man was dangerous, nuclear meltdown dangerous.