Wicked Ways

The limo pulled into the driveway of Luxor, slowing to a stop as it neared a man dressed in a skimpy Egyptian kilt. He politely opened the door, allowing exit for the passengers in the car. Naraku, Miroku and Kouga slipped out first, looking up the spanse of the pyramid set before them. Inuyasha quickly owedowed, grumbling some as he rubbed his head, trying to urge his headache to go away. Fingers adjusted his sunglasses as he looked up the building and “keh’d” loudly before he headed for the doors.

Sesshomaru slipped out next, before offering Rin a hand as she slid down from the stretched Navigator. His hand pulled from hers as he turned, looking to the elaborate décor of the hotel. He looked to Rin as she stepped to a concrete statue of the god Anubis, her fingers tracing down over the snout of the black dog before she grinned, slipping back over to the group as Jaken scuttled over, flipping his cell phone shut.

“Okay….Room 1124….Inuyasha….” He looked around before frowning looking to the rest of the band. “Where is Inuyasha?”

Half the group shrugged before they looked between each other. Miroku spoke up first, teasing adding to the silence. “Check the strip club.”

Jaken shook his head, grumbling some before he continued. “Kouga and Miroku….1126. Naraku…you’re with Inuyasha…whenever someone finds him…1124.” The three turned, heading off for their rooms as Jaken turned to Sesshomaru, smiling some as he handed him a small gold envelope. “And the Presidential Suite…as you requested.”

Sesshomaru grinned slowly, taking the envelope as he looked back to Rin as she watched a few groups of elderly women walking by as they walked the green road to the casino. He found himself watching her as she brushed rebellious strands behind her ear, her dark gaze hidden behind her silver tinted sunglasses. Her slender form wrapped in a pair of daringly low cut black jeans and a backless black top, showing off the smooth skin of her back.

The demon growled some, feeling his loins tighten as he wandered her slender form with his gaze, following the soft curve of her bottom against her jeans, the flat plane of her stomach before it dipped into the waist of her pants. He stepped forward, walking to her as he smiled, tugging a small strand of hair. “Ready, kitten?”

Rin twirled looking to him as she seemed a bit surprised, more loss in her daydreams as she watched the world about her. “Hmmm? Yeah…let’s roll.” She turned, stepping through the sliding glass doors of the hotel. Sesshomaru followed closely behind, adjusting the bag slung across his back as he watched Rin make her way through the bustling crowd.

The soft sway of her hips. The gentle waves of her hair as it flowed back from her face.
The soft pout of her lips. She looked over her shoulder a moment, catching his gaze as he examined her. He raised his brows, before a finger curled about a tie crossing the skin upon her back, tugging it some. “So…sleep first…or party?”
Rin stopped as they rounded the corner into the elevator waiting area, turning to him as she dropped her bag to the floor, rubbing her shoulder. “Sleep first please….Las Vegas never sleeps…we can party anytime.” The bell chimed as the door slid open, allowing them in.

Sesshomaru reached down grabbing Rin’s bag before placing the strap over his head, gesturing for her to enter first. The girl stepped in, coming to lean against the back wall as she yawned, pulling her glasses from her gaze. Fingers moved to her hair, shaking it out some. Sesshomaru pressed the button for the top floor and stepped back, standing beside her.

Both stayed quiet while they road. Maybe out of tiredness, or maybe out of the reason that they had barely touched, let alone kissed or been intimate since he had asked her to join his tour. Rin bit her lip, looking to the floor as she felt a pang of fear. ‘What if I am really only here to be his assistant?’