With Love

Chapter Three: Grading Me



“This fucking thing won’t shut up, you take it.” Hiei handed Kagome the baby as soon as she came in the door. Finally, they would be able to get rid of it soon. He was tired of having half his nights interrupted from a crying child. If he didn’t wish to graduate he’d have tossed the damn thing across the courtyard this morning. It quieted as soon as Kagome placed it against her chest. He wouldn’t fuss either if he were being held that close to her tits. “Hn.”


“Where’s Kurama? Since he’s not in yet mind if I sit with you?” Kagome gave him a bright smile as Sango coughed behind her. Fuck it, she wasn’t getting anywhere at this rate. Not like either of her friends had room to talk. Botan was complaining that Koenma had turned her flat down when she’d tried to unbutton his shirt. The girl was lucky she hadn’t grabbed his dick or she’d have been tossed in jail. Kagome was at a loss on how to proceed. Was the bet even worth it? Okay, she’d have to sleep with someone she didn’t really know but at this rate it seemed the only way she’d get Hiei interested is to try and form some kind of relationship with him. Three weeks of trying to converse with him in class wasn’t cutting it. She grinned knowing Sango was worse off than herself. She’d seen Sango trying to talk to Kurama but the fox ignored her when he wasn’t insulting. “We need to talk about our report.”


“Do whatever you want.” Hiei tried not to smirk knowing that meant the fox would have to sit next to the other girl. He couldn’t see why Kurama was so against Sango. She wasn’t as beautiful as Kagome to him but she was rather pretty. He wasn’t the only guy that saw just how attractive she was. Kurama had a personal vendetta against the girl from what he could see. Hiei wasn’t stupid. The fox didn’t want to be attracted to the one girl that had never shown him anything but disdain. Sucked to want someone that despised everything you stood for. Put them two together for a bit and see what flies.


“Thanks,” Kagome took the stool next to him and smiled. That got her nowhere fast. It didn’t help when Kurama came in and made her feel guilty. The icy glare he sent her way made her squirm. Really, like sitting next to Sango was that bad. She had the urge to stick out her tongue but refrained because the teacher was calling the class to attention. Perhaps she needed to get him away from his friends and the school. How though? This assignment was almost over, then what? Use it as an excuse? She placed the baby on the table since it was hibernating in false sleep. Kurama had his still and it was making little noises.


Sango saw Kagome fidgeting with the pen. Heh, the fearless Kagome was getting nervous being so close to the small man. She let her eyes drift towards the fox writing next to her. He was so close she could open her legs and brush knees with him. That wouldn’t do. He’d likely pick her ass up and toss her out the window. He was wearing blue dress pants with a matching jacket. She could make out a light purple shirt underneath. On any other man it would have looked feminine especially with his hair being pulled up but on him it looked right. He wasn’t that feminine just had a soft face. There was nothing girly about those wide shoulders. His fingers were long and precise as he worked on reworking notes he’d already scribbled for the project. She blushed realizing she was seriously checking him out. “Kurama?”


Her lungs gave in when he turned penetrating emerald eyes at her. “Um,” What was she wanting to say? His fingers placed the pen down as his gaze burned holes into her soul. Oh the paper, “I have my notes almost ready. Since we are supposed to turn in only one report for both of us, we should compare notes. If you aren’t too busy this weekend think you can find the time to work on it with me?” She suddenly felt stupid in her overalls and t-shirt. Here he was dressed up looking awesome and not the least bit overdressed. Why did she feel like he was constantly measuring her and finding her lacking? Fuck it, she wasn’t going to defend herself. She had art school this evening and she was wanting to go in early which meant not having time to change. She’d be damned if she got one of her new sweaters covered in paint. Not like they’d made a difference where he was concerned. He still ignored her.


He could have just handed her his or vice versa. Kurama didn’t have a problem doing the finished paper on his own. But the paper would come out better if they took the time to go over everything. He excelled in all his other classes without trying but he was already flunking this course. He had to pass this assignment in order to graduate. Unlike Hiei he wasn’t good at cooking. He was good with his hands but that didn’t include sewing with them. Could he tolerate a few hours in her presence away from the classroom? She could be ignored for the most part even if she sat at the same table now. Except when she’d leaned over yesterday to take the fake child from him. The red sweater she’d been wearing had dipped in the front. “I am free this afternoon but I have plans all day Saturday and Sunday.”


Sango wanted to swear at the odds. Figures most of his weekend would be booked. Wasn’t passing more important than getting laid? Maybe that wasn’t his plans, she wouldn’t judge him. He was speaking to her in a civilized tone finally. “Okay but I got something I need to do for a few hours after school. Can we meet somewhere in town around seven?” That should give her enough time to put a coat on her project and have it in the kiln. If she was going to put it in the auction then it’d have to be done by next weekend.


“Oh, if you are going by the classroom do me a favor.” Kagome had almost forgot about going in. “I can’t make it in until tomorrow but check to see how many size five brushes I have left. Then call me tonight and let me know. Don’t want to run out tomorrow when I go in.” Now she felt like a turd. Her and Sango had to have both pieces due by next weekend. As children she’d found her hidden talent with a paint brush while Sango liked to use her fingers and play with the mud.


“Kay, I can make sure you aren’t out of anything else too. I should be done until Tuesday after tonight.” Sango jotted the brush number down incase she forgot. She almost jumped out of her chair when Kurama cleared his throat. “Sorry, if you can’t then we could just let one of us do the report and hope it turns out alright. I doubt she’ll be that harsh over it.”


“That’s fine, I can meet you somewhere around seven. How does Kaede’s sound?” Kurama frowned when she nodded then glanced back towards her notepad. Dismissed, just like that. Well not like it was a date, it was schoolwork. Good thing, she looked like Farmer John in that getup. Just where the hell was she going? Not his business. “Here let me give you my number in case you can’t make it.” He tore off a piece of paper and scribbled it down.


“Great, I’ll probably need a cup of coffee.” Sango took the number, it was probably wrong. She could feel Kagome’s eyes burning holes in her face. “I warn you if this is the wrong number I’ll go get it off of the stall in the girl’s bathroom then prank your ass all night long.” She made sure to smile but it was hard not to when Kagome burst out laughing. They’d both seen a few numbers that had his name written under it.


“Don’t bother I get it changed monthly so those are all old numbers.” Did they really have his numbers scattered all over it? Kurama noticed Hiei found it funny as well. He’d only had to change his number twice from being pestered by old flings. But in truth he’d went with a new company last month so not many knew his new number. “You should feel privileged. You’re the first girl I’ve given it to that I didn’t have any intention of sleeping with.”


“Oh, I’m wounded. Keep up that attitude and this number might find itself in every bathroom in town. Right next to a copy of that nude picture of you that Kamiya Takishima had on the net.” Sango stuffed it in her purse before he could snatch it back. One of these days she was going to surf the web and take a look at that picture. In truth he had a blanket covering his goods but she’d be able to see the rest of him. What would he look like nude?


“She took it down when I threatened to sue her.” He smiled at seeing her face drop. The only way a woman was going to see him naked was when she was already laying on her back. He went back to his notes as the teacher went around to collect all of the fake offspring. She was grading as she went, bringing his eyes to theirs. It was content sleeping on the desk near him. He’d be glad to be done with it. If someone woke him up making noise he preferred it to be a willing female. He definitely wasn’t cut out to be a father.


Sango pressed her lips together and decided she wouldn’t let it go at that. “I can’t believe you’d threaten her like that. You did pose for it.” He merely shrugged at the comment. She glanced back to make sure that the teacher was busy chastising a grumbling couple. He tensed when she leaned over close enough she knew her breath was brushing against his ear. “Either way, I have a copy. Wonder how much they’ll sell for. You’re kind of on the lean side but not bad. Picture might have been worth something if you’d lost the blanket.”


“Then I guess you’re not totally hopeless but you have nerve to sit there and judge.” He kept his tone light as he turned his head to look her in the eye. They were extremely close but she didn’t back down. Most of the girls he knew would be blushing or giggling by now. “Tell you what, how about you pose for your own picture then we’ll see who can do better. I’ll have you know I posed for her not for all her friends and whomever she got the urge to show. Hard to get a girl to fuck you if some of the mystery is already gone.”


“No, it’s a good thing believe me. That way they can already be over their disappointment before climbing in your bed.” Sango moved back as the teacher came towards their table. Their baby was inspected first and she felt confidant that they’d pass this part. She’d made sure to do her best by it and it hadn’t come back bruised or missing limbs from Kurama’s days.


“Mr. Minamino,” Ms. Sagara kept her hand focused over the child’s head. She scowled and turned to him as they waited. Her voice came out brittle as she snapped at the redhead. “I should scold you but seeing as this isn’t a real child I will not. But I’ll have you know that past a certain age a child’s mind is like a sponge. You should be wary what you do in front of it. The city is overpopulated and will continue to remain so if this is the first thing your child remembers seeing from his crib. Try to contain yourself next time.”


Kagome kept her face neutral as their baby was examined. Minutes passed and the teacher left without speaking. She turned to Hiei, “What did you do? If I find out you were levitating it I’m going to drown you.” The small man shrugged, he had! There went her passing grade. She was going to strangle him if she failed. “Dammit, figures just like a blasted male. They don’t mind making the baby but don’t want the responsibility when all is said and done.”


“Girl if I’d have had the pleasure of actually making it I might not have minded the responsibility but seeing as I didn’t get to enjoy making it then the child was irrelevant.” Hiei wasn’t going to correct her way of thinking. He’d actually taken care of the damn thing like he was meant to. Only dropped it once too. The teacher shouldn’t fail them unless she’d let it cry while pulling a fast one like the fox. “Try concentrating on the report that is due if you are so worried.”


“Okay, I agree with Sango. We should get together some time this weekend and get it worked out. I don’t mind doing the final copy of course. I’ll be busy Saturday but my Sunday is wide open. I also have dinner tonight with my parents.” Kagome wondered if she could find out how they were doing so far? Their baby wasn’t showing any fake bones and didn’t look pale, that was a good sign right? “Can I get your number without having to flirt? I can call you Sunday morning and come pick you up.”


“Good luck Hiei,” Sango commented which earned her a glare. Should she tell Hiei that Kagome had just gotten her license yesterday? She loved her friend dearly but the miko couldn’t drive to save a dog’s life. As the fire apparition chanted his telephone number she went back to her notes. They’d have to leave Kurama’s early sexual education out of the report. Had he really been fucking while babysitting? Couldn’t the man go without it for a few days?


Sango wiped her hands on her apron as her cell phone rang. She flipped it open seeing Botan’s number flashing. “Hello.” She crooked her head to study the last bit of details. The clock screamed after six, she had to get this in the kiln. The diner was only a five minute walk from here so she had time to clean up a bit.


“Hey, please tell me you aren’t busy. I really need someone to bitch at. Oh my, let me tell you what happened.” Botan screamed into the phone. “I thought I was actually getting somewhere. We had a nice little picnic, so romantic. There I was sitting cocky thinking oh yeah I’m getting laid. My hand gets a little too close to his belt and he flips. Starts to demand what I was trying to do. The guy didn’t seem to understand I was trying to feel him up. Anyways, feel up to a late movie?”


“Can’t, I got to meet Kurama in about an hour. I’m at class finishing up a few things on this statue. So he totally blew you off?” Sango didn’t know what to think of a man that panicked when a girl’s hand went south. Most of them wanted gravity to lead a girl’s fingers to their private region. Wow, that had to be a major blow to the girl’s confidence. “Don’t worry I’m sure it was just his time of the month and he didn’t want you to notice he was wearing a cork.”


“Wait, you are supposed to meet Kurama. What the hell are you still doing playing with your pottery? I know you weren’t planning on meeting him dirty and in your overalls.” A pause, “You are. Come on Sango. Don’t you realize that if we let Kagome win she’s going to be a gloat whore. Nope, looks like mine might be a lost cause but you might still have a chance. Don’t you dare move one step out of that building. I’ll be there in ten with something for your to wear.”


“Wait,” Silence greeted her. “It’s not a date.” Sango wiped the bangs from her face. She should at least wash up some. Kagome would get the piece out of the kiln in the morning. Botan was strolling in by the time she had her face and hands clean. “As I was saying,” she eyed the bag. “It’s not a date. We are going to be talking about our report. It’s nothing special so you wasted your time.”


“Don’t be dense and don’t let that little act he puts on phase you.” Botan placed the bag on the table and sighed. “Look, he’s a man that appreciates a woman. I’ll also add in the fact that I’ve seen him looking at you a few times. He can tell himself whatever and his friends until he’s blue in the face. We both know you are single because you choose to be not because you can’t get a man. He might not jump at you and that’s because he’s weak and doesn’t like a challenge. Someone like him is use to females throwing themselves at his feet by the dozen. So when a girl doesn’t fawn all over him it chaps his ass. Trust me I know men. I also know this.” She held up a finger to her chin and tapped. “I will not let Kagome win even if it mean’s helping you out. Kurama can lie to himself all he wants. By the time we are through he’ll be eating out of your hand and begging for you to show him some attention.”


“You really are the village idiot but you are right. I won’t let his attitude get me down. What do you have in that bag?” Sango caught the dress and almost screamed in outrage. She was holding it with two fingers. This wouldn’t even cover up her ass cheeks. “Need I remind you that I am taller than you? I won’t wear this. I know I’m trying to get him in bed but I don’t want to look desperate. What else is there?” The next thing thrown was a pair of jeans. She didn’t care for the stretchy material that would cling like a second skin but it was better than her overalls that were now stained with gloss. “What kind of shirt do you have?”


“Okay, we got the classic red lace halter top with no sleeves but doesn’t show cleavage.” Botan tossed it over her shoulder. “Then we got this tan cotton dress shirt. I really like the tie string in front. Knotted at the right spot shows off just the right amount of cleavage, plus flowing sleeves. With these flats to finish it off, screams casual but sexy. What do you think?” Ohhhhh she wanted to see the look on Kurarma’s face.


“I’ll take it.” Sango glanced at the clock, she had fifteen minutes by the time she was dressed. Botan was already approaching with the brush. She’d leave it down for the evening. Would Kurama even notice? Was Botan right and he did find her attractive? Hard to believe it with how he acted towards her. She hissed as a knot was yanked without mercy. “We’ll see what kind of reaction he has. Don’t get disappointed if he treats me like usual. Want me to call you the minute it’s over?”


Sango grabbed her belongings and took a deep breath. Was she really going to try and impress him? Yes, just to prove to herself she was just as desirable as Kagome and Botan. She locked up and waved by to her friend and looked at the flashing sign down the street. With each step her stomach tightened in anticipation. Her luck he was going to stand her up. Leave a message saying he’d forgotten about a really hot date. An older gentleman came out of the door as she reached for it. He gave her a bright smile and held it open for her. “Thank you.”


“Sango?” Yukina stood up from her booth seeing the girl walk in. Kuzuma asked where she was going but she focused on her friend. What great timing. She’d just told Kuzuma and the others she wanted to invite Kagome and the others to her party next month. This was a great chance to let them know ahead of time. It also got her away from Inuyasha and Kikyo. Why Kuzuma had felt the need to be polite and ask them to sit down was beyond her.


Kurama lifted his head at the name and felt like he’d been punched in the gut. He couldn’t see her face since she’d turned to greet Yukina. Where the hell had she gotten them pants? He knew it was her as she shifted her weight. Is that what she had beneath those baggy clothes? Even in the cheerleading uniform he hadn’t been able to make out every line of her ass. Perhaps he should have let himself watch for a chance for the flimsy material to flip up. The waist band hugged her hips, riding low to show off the womanly flare. The long raven hair swayed as she shook her head negatively at the smaller woman. The annoying girl had a heart shaped ass that would be nice to hold onto as he sated himself between her legs.


He knew he was in trouble as she ended the conversation and made her way over. The shirt was showing midriff and cleavage. He’d always noticed her tits but now he could see the creamy tops. His own jeans became tight as she smiled wide at him. What game was she playing at? She needed to get back into the clothes he was used to seeing her in, those weren’t tempting. It was a lot easier to pretend she wasn’t desirable when he couldn’t see just how well his hands would fit around her waist. He could tell himself he didn’t want her as long as she wasn’t smiling at him. Gods, he wanted to cross the table and shove his tongue between her tits. Were her nipples as pale as the firm globes?


“Hey, I see you already ordered the coffee.” She wanted to grin seeing him eyeing her chest. Okay, so he wasn’t completely immune. Her gut twisted at his appraisal. Would he still find something lacking in her? It didn’t take but another second before the emerald eyes caught her face. His brow lifted in question. Fuck, would he think she’d done it for him? Well she had but she didn’t want him to know this. No, let him think it was for someone else’s benefit. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to change. Don’t mean to flash you.”


“It’s no problem.” Like hell it wasn’t. He was sporting a painful erection that he knew wouldn’t go down anytime soon. She shrugged and picked up a menu. How could she eat? Would she freak if she knew he was tempted to go under the table and see what she tasted like? Dammit, he didn’t want to find her attractive. He’d been able to ignore her for years. Just because she was wearing some tight jeans didn’t change anything. “Mind if I ask why the change? Or should I feel flattered?”


“No you shouldn’t. If you want me to be honest it was for someone else. There is a guy I like that attends the same art school as me and Kagome. Since you seem to be in a non-hating mood maybe I can ask for your opinion.” Sango had to give herself snaps for the quick lie. Good way to find out what he was thinking. “I know it’s not that drastic of a change but is it working? Didn’t want to make it too obvious. I prefer something looser but this is alright. Oh you probably didn’t even pay attention to what I was wearing. I borrowed the jeans, how do they look?” She slid out of the booth and turned so he could a good view of her ass. “I caught him looking at my ass but I’m not sure if that was a good thing or not.”


“Then ask him,” he snapped as she turned to look at him. “Besides I doubt we have the same tastes.” Obviously the man was fucking blind if she’d been showing off her ass and the man had let her leave without peeling them off. He wasn’t hungry but reached for a menu. Eating might get his mind off what she was flaunting. He sincerely did NOT want to hear of her trying to appeal to another man.


“Okay, sorry.” Sango felt like she’d been slapped in the face. So much for Botan’s plan, now she felt stupid. He’d barely glanced up as she pleaded for his attention. She should have just jumped and shouted ‘Look at me PLEASE!’ Botan was so getting punched in the face for making her act like a moron. If her friend had caught the fox ever looking in her direction then it’d been looks of disgust and dislike. She didn’t have an appetite but fingered the menu. So much for him being in a pleasant mood. She’d just kicked that out the window by begging him to ogle her. “Look, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you something so stupid. You’ve already made your case clear as far as I am concerned. I shouldn’t fish for compliments from you when I know you don’t find me appealing. You were polite enough not to insult me.” She wanted to bite her tongue, she hated apologizing. “We have to work on this report so why don’t we try to get along for the next hour or so.”


She almost cried in relief when he nodded in agreement. That was settled and she was going to call off this stupid bet. Well, she was no longer going to try and do it. Let Kagome win or Koenma can grow some balls. She wasn’t going to make a fool of herself anymore. She’d rather fork up the couple hundred and pay for the trip. Better to lose the cash than her pride. She could still feel the lash of him not noticing of the trouble she’d went through. He’d noticed the change of clothes but hadn’t really noticed the woman beneath. “Besides not wanting to add me among your notches is there anything in particular you don’t like about me?”


“Not particularly. If you want me to be honest with you before the little display in Onigumo’s I have never really given you much thought.” A lie but she’d never know. Kurama placed the menu down as she stiffened. He was sure it had stung her pride but he wasn’t about to admit anything to himself much less her. Why was she even asking? “Why do you want to know?”


“I see. Just curious is all. You’ve always come off like you had a problem with me. Must have been my imagination.” She didn’t comment again as the waitress came over to take their orders. As soon as the tart finished ogling her companion Sango decided to make an attempt at friendship. “If I haven’t done something life shattering to make you hate me then mind if I suggest a truce? I’m sure if we tried hard enough we could possibly be friends. I see no reason why we can’t relax around each other and become friends. We won’t have the problem of lust like most of the opposite sex and you seem to be pleasant enough company.”


“You got a point,” he wanted to tell her to go to hell. If he didn’t have a problem with lust then he’d like her to explain his cock that was refusing to go down. Could he have a casual friendship with her? He swore at his luck. He was supposed to be trying to seduce Botan but that was failing miserably. And here was her friend, a girl he wanted to throttle because she had him aching without touching him and she was offering friendship as if it were the natural thing to do. “I suppose we could try to get along.” Maybe hanging around the girl would help remind his body why he’d spent years despising her. Couldn’t hurt to get a few pointers on how to woo Botan. Maybe through Sango he could find a way to get Botan to accept a date with him.


“Great, do you have your notes while we wait on the food?” Sango reached in her bag to withdraw her notebook. He handed his over so she could look them over. She had to silently compliment him on his neat work. If this would have been Kagome she’d be squinting to translate the ancient language. “You got very nice handwriting.” Better than her own she saw. “Maybe you should rewrite this. Might get us a few points for neatness.”


“No if you were to leave it up to me I’d write a declaration as to why people should never have children. I’m not sure about you but I was awake every two hours at night. I was very tempted to just strap the damn thing to the sink and shove a hose down it’s throat. Not to mention I still can’t get the smell of dirty diapers out of my room. Even incense don’t seem to work.” He watched her make a few marks on his paper.


“Vinegar.” She paused to explain, “put some water and vinegar in a spray bottle and spray it in your room. It’ll reek like the vinegar for an hour or so but it’ll get rid of the scent. There were a few nights when it slept all night so I wasn’t tempted to rig it to the sink. Toss it out the window but not stop up my water supply. What kind of grade do you think we got on the parenting? She didn’t seem too upset about you trying to educate it on sex. At least it will know how it’s kind is created.”


“Seriously doubt it unless it’s koorime considering I was alone. Kind of hard to get laid when you have a screaming baby in your room. Think you can work with what I have down? Anything you don’t understand?” He watched the blush creep into her cheeks. She was embarrassed over his comment. There hadn’t been a reaction about him sleeping with someone. The second she understood that he was implying that he’d been masturbating color had flooded her face. He was tempted to ask her if she did it. Was the perfect solution if one was in the mood. He probably masturbated more than he slept around. She wouldn’t believe him if he told her he’d probably slept with only half of the girls that claimed to be one of his notches.


“Um, yeah.” Oh gods, she was blushing. Her face had to be redder than his hair. She hadn’t needed that image in her head. What she wouldn’t give to have been the fake baby. It had watched him pleasure himself. Damn she really wished that picture was still on the net. Or had at least seen it once before hand. What would he look like nude and sweaty? “Alright, do you have any idea what we want to base our report on besides making babies is more fun than raising them?”


“How about, focus on how they drastically affect change in one’s life.” Kurama smiled at the waitress bringing them more coffee. The waitress was cute in a subtle way. The grin was all for him as she left them to check on their meal. He almost laughed watching her wiggle her ass for his benefit. It was nicely curved but paled in comparison next to San.... ‘Don’t finish that thought.’ He reached for the fresh pot and topped off their cups. He needed to keep his mind and hands busy so he wouldn’t think.


“That’ll work. Glad I got stuck with you as a partner instead of Kagome. I feel sorry for Hiei. Kagome is as bad at writing a report as she is cooking.” She reached for a pack of sugar noticing he drank his black and plain. She needed to sweeten it before drinking it. At home she would often use creamer but the waitress had forgotten to leave any on the table. Too busy trying to get Kurama’s attention to see what they needed. Oh well, it was drinkable.


“Really? I remember someone begging for an abortion before I had a chance to sire anything. If I’d known you’d protest so strongly I would have worn protection.” He had meant to offend her but her laughter erupted loud and deep. Her cheeks were turning pink again as she tried to catch her breath. “Think that’s funny? I should probably be insulted since I don’t carry a three-pronged shovel in my pants.”


“Sorry, I was having a bad day.” Sango took a sip of the coffee. She was horrified he remembered everything she’d said. “Okay, I was a little out of line. I think if it came down to it I’d take you over being raped with anything sharp but a girl has to draw the line somewhere. Let me guess you keep a steady supply of protection ready.” She had it confirmed with a nod. “Since my teacher had just informed me we had to sire the clay baby together it wouldn’t have been sensible for you to wear protection. Besides hasn’t anyone ever told you that if it isn’t skin it ain’t in?”


“No, I’m afraid not. Are you trying to tell me something?” He had to say something before his mind went on permanent vacation. “I’ve only went without protection once. If I don’t have any she better have some or it isn’t happening.” Demons didn’t have to worry about contacting a disease but he wasn’t ready to father a child. “I would ask your preference but unless you are dating someone older then you have been single for a long time.” He almost kicked himself as his mouth ran off. If she thought too hard on the comment she might realize that it took him paying attention to realize how long she’d been without. He had to be careful, he’d been focused on keeping the conversation flowing. It was better than imagining how it might feel to bury himself in the girl. To wonder how she’d feel wrapped around his cock without anything separating them.


“Heh,” She wasn’t about to comment on that. “Food is here,” Thankfully she wouldn’t have to admit to not being with anyone. Not only did she not have a boyfriend she was still a virgin. He’d probably laugh at her. This day and age she was still keeping her legs locked at the knees. She wasn’t into exploring like him but she was starting to wonder if she should experience the act with a few people before settling down. The food was wonderful and she managed to swallow some of it. Not like she had to worry about conversing. The waitress decided to keep the redhead occupied while he enjoyed his own meal. He was still chatting with the other girl when Sango excused herself and slipped away. He could pay the bill, since he’d been too busy to ask her for the money when she was packing up her notes.


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