Chapter Three
The sun was barely peeking over the horizon when Kagome’s eyes slowly fluttered open. Taking in her surroundings, her hazy blue eyes came to rest on the sleeping form of Sesshoumaru. Furrowing her brow, she inwardly groaned at the sight of his perfect features, her eyes tracing over his angelic pale skin, the blue crescent in the middle of his brow, the red colorings oh his eyelids, those devilishly long lashes, his pert nose and those kissable lips. His pristine silver hair pulled over his right shoulder and his silver forelocks still neatly in place.
Shifting her blanket to the side as quietly as she could, she watched him carefully hoping not to wake him. Slowly rising to her feet, she tiptoed towards her backpack with her clothes and bathing supplies, lifting it cautiously into her grasp, then slowly onto her back. Slowly tiptoeing into the forest, she backtracked to the small hot spring she had passed. Dropping her bag onto the nearby boulder, she slowly curled her fingers under the seam of her pajama top, her fingers caressed at the lace before slowly inching off her curved torso. Bending at the waist, she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her thongs and pajama bottoms, slipping the confining items down her long, muscular legs. Stepping out of them, she kicked her clothes towards the boulder her bag was sitting on before walking into the warm water.
Sighing at the warmth surrounding her body, she dipped her head into the water, closing her eyes. Relaxing with her back pressed against a smaller rock, she had not noticed her own private audience. While Kagome had been trying to get away quietly to bathe, she had not noticed that Sesshoumaru had woken and was aware of her departure, following her he stayed in the forest watching her. Slowly tearing his eyes away from her, he looked around his eyes shifting through the trees.
Lifting his clawed hands to remove his swords and armor, he rested them against the tree slowly tugging at his obi; he slowly slid his white silk haori off his broad shoulders to fall behind him in the grass, slowly slipping out of his white silk hakama. He strode over to the other side where Kagome had her back to him.
Settling himself across from Kagome, his eyes devouring every curve and well toned muscle on her small frame. Sesshoumaru, trying to control his beast, found himself pressing his back against the small rock bed, leaning his head back as he imagined how she would feel beneath him, her small moans and cries of pleasure intoxicating his senses.
As his mind captured itself in those thoughts, his left hand wrapped around his long, throbbing hard on, slowly and rhythmically stroking himself, he slowly opened his eyes to take in more of the miko’s natural beauty.
Humming softly to herself, she opened her eyes slowly, feeling as if someone or something was watching her, she turned around to find herself facing Sesshoumaru. Taking a step back, she watched him for a moment, moving in closer to him, her eyes hazy, breathing shallow. Pressing in closer, brushing her pearl against his painfully throbbing hard on, she leaned in her lips mere inches from his, she smiled sweetly as her hand fisted at her side concealed by the water.
Before he could even say a word, she brought her fist up striking him square in the jaw, before turning to grab her towel hissing at him “Just who do you think you are? You have no authority to be peeping on me let alone being such a …...PERVERT!” Quickly wrapping her towel around herself, she stepped out of the water and onto the grass glowering at him, before turning and stomping off into the forest.
Quickly snapping his head back from her surprise attack, he glared at her as she had her back turned wrapping herself in her towel. In a cold, promising tone, his baritone voice carried after her. “Next time my little miko, you will not resist this Sesshoumaru and you will not get the opportunity to ever strike me again either.” He all but snarled the last part to make his point clear.
Kagome slowly made her way through the thick trees and bushes, grumbling to herself about dog demons and their pretentious ways of infuriating her. Stepping out into the clearing, she looked around for her hideous yellow bag. Realizing she had forgotten it at the hot spring, she groaned at her luck before turning to go back for her bag.
Sesshoumaru was just finishing up as he pulled on his adorning swords when he looked to his left and saw her yellow bag. Now being a dog demon, his curiosity piqued at the sight of her unusual bag. Quickly picking up the offending bag, he slowly unzipped it and peeked into her bag. Rummaging through it, he came upon a flimsy material he had never seen before. Taking it out for closer inspection, he held out the stretchy, triangular material with one of his fingers.
Taking much closer inspection, he turned the material around and noticed the peculiar strings on the sides and back. Tilting his head to the side he gave a quizzical look as if her were trying to decide if it were a weapon used in battle or it were a holy relic. Turning his head as the rustle of bushes and branches drew him from his musings, he quickly put the yellow bag where he had found it.
Kagome stepped out of the bushes and through the trees. Stepping towards her bag, she barely took notice of Sesshoumaru. Opening her yellow bag, she rummaged through her packed items. Turning her head slightly as she saw something moving out of the corner of her eye, she looked at Sesshoumaru with embarrassment and utter horror as he was there holding onto her pink and blue sheer thong.
“What are you doing with my thongs?! Why did you even go through my bag?” Her eyes were wide and twitching, her pants of fury made her chest heave, forcing the great lord into a speechless stupor. His cold and emotionless mask well in place hid his own fury and anger. Kagome stared wide, eyed and angry before stalking over to him and ripping her thongs from his fingers. Glaring at him, she decided her time was better of cursing him in her mind than voicing her opinion as she thought of her words being the reason for her own death. Turning she stomped off taking her ugly yellow bag and her thong back to her small camp.
~A/N~ HI ALL,I AM WORKING ON THIS SO PLEASE DON'T FLAME.... THIS IS MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT THIS! I AM WORKING ON MAKING THE CHAPTERS LONGER BUT WRITER'S BLOCK KEEPS KILLING ME..... I KNOW WE AREN'T ALL GRAMMAR AND SPELLING NAZI'S SO PLEASE DON'T EXPECT SOMETHING PERFECT.... PLEASE READ, REVIEW AND RATE IF SO INCLINED. HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY, THE LEMON SHOULD BE COMING IN CHAPTER 5 OR 6 I HAVE NOT DECIDED YET.
