Tohoku Vacation

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Tohoku Vacation

Chapter Three

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Sesshoumaru had scented her before he even saw her. The crisp breeze of an early autumn morning laced with freesia. It was as every bit refreshing as it was alluring. He couldn’t help but be slightly curious as to whom this scent belonged since no human female he had ever had the misfortune of meeting smelled as pleasing as her.

It was obvious she was this shrine keeper’s granddaughter. However, being as experienced as he was, she was most likely an overdramatic female (with a nice scent) that upon seeing his perfect person would fall madly and deeply in love with him, proclaiming this Sesshoumaru to be the one and only man for her. Far too many times this had happened and he had to admit that (though it fed his ego) it made him want to hurl every time, or at the very least, decapitate something with his deadly claws. Sesshoumaru had neither the time nor the patience to deal with infatuated females. He had deduced that they were merely good for a quick rut in the sheets, but most of the time, even that was a miscalculated deduction.

So it was only right to say that he, Sesshoumaru Taisho, greatest dog demon of them all (next to his father of course), had erred in his quick assumptions.

This human female was by far the most enticing of them all. She was indeed a sight to behold. With her glossy ebony locks swept up in a messy bun and oh so tempting curves, he had allowed his golden eyes to openly assess her. After all, he had gone without seeing a beautiful female (the wrinkly prune for a cook didn’t count) for two weeks, four days and a little over nine hours now. He most certainly had earned the right to ogle a particularly delicious looking morsel.

When she had made her way over, Sesshoumaru was able to get a better look at her, knowing that she too was doing the same. He was better able to see the true color of her eyes and they had intrigued him, a swirling mass of deep sapphire that danced with her emotions, fringed by long black lashes. A very rare color for a Japanese woman.

And then she had (perhaps unknowingly) ensnared his interest further by that genuine smile of hers and by mentioning a certain demon by the name of Bankotsu Hamada, his long time corporate partner and college roommate. Well, it would seem that the baka had been hiding this Kagome Higurashi from him, hoarding her all to himself. The little prick. He made a mental note to crush Ban during their weekly sparring once he wrapped up this vacation.

As Sesshoumaru mused, he sat underneath the shade of a cherry tree, back relaxed against the smooth bark. He silently wondered how long she would be staying at the shrine and if she tasted as good as she looked because Kami forbid that he go on for another two weeks without some form of stimulating pleasure.

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“Waaahhhh, Saki-san, this looks amazing!” Kagome gushed as her wide sapphire eyes feasted on the meal before her. “You are too good to me.”

The old cook laughed, placing the last bowl of miso soup on the table.

“Kag-chan, will Sesshoumaru-sama be joining us?” Her jiijii asked, taking a seat beside her.

“Yep! Uh, well, at least I think so.” She replied just as a thought suddenly crossed her mind. “Ne, jiijii, you didn’t stick him good with your sutras did you?”

The old man slightly flushed. He was known to, dare he say, ‘attack’ demons with his extremely powerful sutras crafted by his almighty hands and infused with his own personal brand of binding mantras. He scratched his head. “Well, Sesshoumaru is the son of this shrine’s benefactor. I couldn’t have very well gone about and destroyed him.”

Kagome almost choked. Did her ojii not realize that his sutras were completely harmless? Even after all this time?

“Yeah jiijii, I’m sure he would’ve just magically disappeared when coming in contact with your oh so powerful pieces of paper.” She shook her head, laughing.

The sliding of the shoji door caught their attention and as gracefully as was befitting of a demon of his stature, walked over to join them, choosing to sit directly across from Kagome.

“I’m glad you made it.”

“As if I could turn down your invitation.” Sesshoumaru said, placing his elbows on the table as he gazed at her.

Kagome smiled at him, not quite sure what to make of this particular dog demon. He was…overwhelming. His presence demanded attention, yet she had a feeling that if he wished it so he could just as easily blend into the shadows despite his almost otherworldly appearance. And the way he was looking at her made her stomach flutter. A come hither look…a come to me and let me devour you look. She was distantly reminded of vampire movies then. Those bunch of gorgeous bloodsuckers that put naïve and innocent maidens under their trance.

But of course Sesshoumaru wasn’t a vampire. He was a youkai…a very very handsome youkai that looked absolutely scrumptious in a pair of simple slacks and collared shirt she noted absently. ‘Hmmmm…it has been a while since I’ve gotten some…maybe he’d be willing…hah, okay Kags, did you just offer yourself on a silver platter to him? Why yes I did!’

Saki-san returned with the last dishes and placing them down, took her own seat. “By all means, help yourselves!”

Forgetting all about the drop dead gorgeous demon in front of her, Kagome all too happily grabbed her chopsticks and started to dig in. Good food always made her damn happy!

As she took a hungry bite out of a perfectly crisped shrimp, Sesshoumaru watched in hidden amusement as she ate like a person starved. He watched as her pink tongue darted out to lick the lingering crumbs away and if he wasn’t the epitome of control, he probably would’ve leaned over and licked them away himself.

“Sesshoumaru-sama, I suggest you eat now before Kag-chan inhales everything.”

“Jiijii!” Kagome flushed, yakitori frozen in front of her mouth.

Saki-san had almost choked on a spoonful of miso as she tried to hold back her laughter. Old man Higurashi only grinned, ushering Sesshoumaru with his chopsticks to get some food. Though the old coot knew demons didn’t quite take to human food, he discovered that Sesshoumaru didn’t mind it.

However, his attention was then directed towards Saki and they were soon engaged in a conversation about the latest news of a landslide in a nearby mountain that had unfortunately injured a couple residents of the area.

Kagome haughtily ‘hmmphed’ and was about to take a rather messy bite of the heavenly skewered chicken just to spite them when it was daintily plucked from her fingers.

“Hey!”

“The one you were holding looked the most appetizing. Though, I’d be willing share Kagome.” Sesshomaru intentionally took a bite then, watching her watch him chew and lick his lips. Oh, she wanted him.

Kagome narrowed her eyes at the thieving demon. That was hers! Reaching over lightening quick, she plucked the remaining meat from his fingers, all the while smiling deviously. With one quick bite, she polished it off. “Mmmmmm, that was soooooooo good!” And just for added effect, she licked her fingers clean.

And it was because of her little semi erotic display (or perhaps it was simply his sex deprivation getting the better of him) that he reached over and using his thumb, wiped off some tare sauce she had missed from the corner of her mouth and just for added effect (as she had done the same to him) licked the sauce clean.

“Indeed.”

Kagome had found it hard to swallow the moment he touched her. ‘Oh my, but I could really get used to this skin on skin contact…’ It was certainly out of the blue, well then again not really since she was kinda the one to instigate all the licking action that was currently going on. And when had licking tare sauce become so damn sexy? Oh wait, it was probably because the one doing the licking was the Sesshoumaru Taisho.

But before she knew what was happening, said demon had stuck a small piece of eggplant tempura into her slightly gaping mouth. Since when had they been on feeding terms?

“Chew, Kagome.” His deep baritone voice drifted to her ears.

And she chewed, very much enjoying the soft and crispy texture, but then it had to occurred to her. Why did she just do as he commanded? ‘Well duh, that’s what you do when you have food in your mouth! Chew, chew and swallow.’ It kind of irked her to do what he said so she stuck her tongue at him (a little childish yes, but overall very satisfying) while tossing a couple pieces of tempura onto his bowl.

“Eat, Sesshoumaru.”

He didn’t miss the twinkle in her eyes, nor the rather sarcastic tone of her voice. His lips curved into a satisfied smirk. This feisty spitfire was proving to be highly amusing and extremely arousing (if the tightening by the crotch of his pants had anything to do with it). He would most certainly have his way with her soon enough.


…to be continued…


A/N: Yes, yes… I know, I know…where’s the smut?? Where’s the lemony goodness?? Hah, consider these first few chaps foreplay. Next chapter maybe. We’ll see how I feel about it. Oh and things are looking to be on the no plot whatsoever side. I can’t seem to find one. Well that’s not really true. I’m just being lazy. Thanks everyone for your continued support and fantastic reviews!

-hasu86