This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate - ON HOLD

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Part Five -This Sesshoumaru Needs Not A Mate

Had anyone told Kagome that she would be sitting blissfully moaning in toe curling bliss as strong fingers and lethal claws massaged and scrapped her scalp gently, she would have declared them worthy of certification.

“Oooooooh Sesshu….that feels sooooo good, don’t stop,” she groaned huskily, eyes closed in unfocused contentment. His usual monosyllabic response caused her to grin.

“Hn.” he intoned absently, willfully ignoring her newest appellation for him ‘Sesshu’ – he had other more pressing issues.

Her response to his ministrations brought to mind his beast’s last vision.

His jaw muscles clenched as he refocused his concentration on the silky strands that were currently slipping through his fingers - and nothing else; not her graceful edible neck - that begged to be bitten; nor her well-defined clavicles with their little valley between – ripe for licking; nor her now diluted scent of arousal – mouthwateringly delicate and spicy; nor the juncture between her neck and shoulders – his fangs began to lengthen in anticipation.

No, none of these were of significance - especially not her cleavage, nor those luscious nipples that occasionally peeked above the water – he averted his eyes. ‘No,’ he growled softly to give his beast warning. None of those things were worth noting.

She was rightly or wrongly, Inuyasha’s bitch.

It would not occur to the Lord of the Western Lands until many hours later, while stalking his chambers in blinding rage and frustration, he had ceased to perceive the miko as a worthless ningen bitch.

A meditative silence followed his response, and not one for protracted silences, the miko noted absently he had groaned or was it a growled?

‘Was that a good thing?’ she wondered.

One never knew with the Taiyoukai who was so easily riled. Still, as blissful as this was, she needed to fill the space with words. She had some questions for the Mighty One, who she could no longer bring to calling “Icicle Prince”.

“Submerge Miko,” came the less than gracious demand. Kagome rolled her eyes and obliged. ‘Even in this,’ she thought, he had to command. ‘He must be a barrel of laughs in bed’…she sputtered as she swallowed a lung full of soapy water and had to be slapped forcefully on the back by those same hands that had moments before gently massaging her scalp to rapturous heights.

A quirked brow of inquiry greeted her watering eyes, as she attempted to breathe. ‘He really was impossibly stunning,’ she thought and averted her gaze in embarrassment - beginning to blush furiously once again. He was affecting parts of her anatomy she did not care to dwell on.

As if guessing the issue, Sesshoumaru reached for the bottle and handed it to her forcefully, amusement in his eyes - impossible.

The Miko stared at the plastic container dumbfounded at first and then in sudden comprehension took it.

As she fussed with the bottle-nearly dropping it twice in the water - he sat like an alabaster deity unmoving in front of her. The priestess cleared her throat to speak.

“Ahh Sesshoumaru-sama would you mind moving back a bit towards me and maybe stooping.” she requested politely. He was rather tall. He complied readily.

Kagome furrowed her brow. ‘How was she to wash the ends, his hair being so impossibly long?’ Then a thought struck her. She could sit on the bank, at least then she could lift his mane out of the water and pay loving attention to its full length.

The Miko got out of the water, pleased with her new course of action. It would also offer a comfortable distance from his body which seemed to radiate unnatural amounts of heat, she found. NOTHING WHATSOEVER … to do with her own elevated temperatures, of course, no, not at all.

She quickly wrapped herself in her towel then carefully sat on the bank’s edge.

‘Much better,’ she thought edging closer to him.

What the priestess had failed to note was the one definite drawback to this new position.

Though now covered – ‘Thank Kami, a girl could be just so liberal and modern after all’ - it was going to be a bit awkward washing his hair unless she chose to do it side-saddle.

Taking in a breath, she loosened the towel a fraction and moved her thighs apart, allowing his broad shoulders access to her smooth limbed embrace.

The taiyoukai’s beast was in heaven. Here it was, right where it most wanted to be, all that was required was an opportune time and the necessary return of a spike in her scent to feast on its chosen bitch.

“You will begin now priestess!” The taiyoukai insisted with a sudden marked aggression, “There will be no more delays,” he growled out through clenched teeth.

‘Ooooh yeah, a barrel of laughs,’ she mused, why was she suddenly channeling Miroku?

“Yes Sir, right away Sir” she said facetiously, doffing an imaginary cap before beginning her own gentle ministration to his flaxen locks.

Off in the distance a lone bird circling overhead seemingly unnoticed by the duo.

The miko’s soft humming and her languid movements through his fragrant sudsy mane caused the youkai to relax into her comforting warmth. He leaning his head back, just a fraction, to deepen her massage of his scalp.

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!” came the less than musical refrain from above.

‘He really must see about getting a wench to attend his bath’ he mused as his scalp was massaged – all be it feebly – by the ningen. Her pleasing scent wafted to his nose with each subtle movement of her body.

“You may apply pressure, miko, this Sesshoumaru is not fragile,” he said matter-of-factly without any sign of appreciation.

Before Kagome could respond with a tweak to those rather cute ears – she did like to live dangerously. He purred.

Yes, the Lord of the Western Lands, eldest son of the deceased Inu-no-Taishou, the Killing Perfection and Youkai of All He Surveyed purred - like a contented kitten whose ‘tum-tum’ was replete with warm milk.

Kagome stopped in mid scratch and looked down at his angelic expression and despite her earlier need to reprimand him, smiled softly. ‘He really was exquisite,’ she thought dreamily ‘such a shame about the personality defect with its need to mutilate at regular intervals.’

SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!

Overhead, the bird continued screeching disrupting the near perfect morning’s peace.

The Taiyoukai opened one exasperated eye then closed it again lazily.

She continued her massage taking a moment to scratch behind his ears tentatively, he purred again. ‘She was right!’ Inu were all one and the same regardless of their species’ hierarchy.

“Awww … the big puppy likes his wittle ears sccwwwatched does he?” she said playfully, only to be rewarded by what was an attempt at a menacing growl but instead came out as a groany-growly-purr.

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK! SQUAWK!”

Usually a great lover of flora and fauna, Kagome gave the ill-mannered avian a less than favorable glare then opting to continue her gentle teasing of the youkai.

“Sesshoumaru-sama, you have a little condition someone neglected to tell you about,” Kagome said with a serious conspiratorial whisper.

She pulled his head back gently into her lap and stared with all due gravity in her eyes and had to catch herself as liquid amber looked up at her in question.

“You dear sir are a head slut.” She shook with laughter at his bemused expression.

‘He was soooo easy.’

Those mercurial pools of amber met hers with barely contained frustrated rage.

Though not understanding her words, he did understand she had once again found a way to ridicule his majesty.

He pulled away and dunked himself all in one fluid motion.

“SQUAWK! SQUAWK SQU...AARREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!”

Like Neptune he rose, and in one swift breathtaking pirouette – one stripped wrist extended - his hair whirled in his wake, as droplets sailed around his head like diamonds in the sunlight, the Western Lord’s poisonous whips arched towards the sky to strike the seemingly innocent ill-fated bird.

Feathers fluttered to the surface of the hot spring – quietly.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed in triumph and his lip curled in a diabolical smile, as he turned to face the now shell shocked miko.

‘There but for the grace of Kami’ she thought as an errant feather landed gracefully on her head.

‘That’s it! I have had it,’ Kagome scrambled to her feet and reached for her clothes - ignoring his – they were almost dry. ‘How long had they been there?’

‘Fuck it!’ She was getting the hell out of Dodge. No, even better, she was going back to camp collecting her things and heading home early. This was just too much.

As Kagome scrambled to right her clothing, ‘Where in hell was her bra and panty? She knew she had brought them,’ she mused with renewed aggravation.

The Taiyoukai flipped his wet leonine mane over his shoulder casually and leapt out of the warm spring attending to his own dress as though nothing unusual had occurred.

Kagome averted her eyes with a sudden sense of propriety. He really needed a reality check and as soon as he got that well toned ‘lickable’ ass in his hakama, she was going to let him have it.

Sesshoumaru had just barely managed to place his haori about his shoulders when she stomped towards him feather in hand being brandished like a katana.

She may never have this opportunity again and damn it, she was going to let him feel her displeasure.

“What crawled up your ass and died, Lord Homicidal Maniac?!”

No response.

“Why do you Taishou males need to pound, maim or otherwise destroy everything you touch including a woman’s heart?!” –

‘Now that came from out of nowhere,’ she thought.

Again, no response.

“You are so much alike – you spoil everything,” a twitch, yes definitely a twitch to his lower jaw, and yet, he still kept his gaze on the distant horizon.

“STOP IGNORING ME SESSHOUMARU!” She bellowed – this was becoming a habit.

Finally… a reaction.

He swiveled, fixing her with a frigid glare.

This of course did not faze our priestess. She continued.

“Here I was attempting to make a good morning out of an otherwise crappy totally screwed up day and you go all psychopathic killing a defenseless bird who happened to have the misfortune of having a less than pleasing bird-song. Well, I have had just about enough with you blasted dog demons for one day. I am going home! I am going to enjoy my party, a proper bath and a great meal without having it land on my lap pre-chewed!” and with that, she turned towards the camp, neglecting to pick up her bathing items.

Like a certain hanyou friend of hers - never one to leave well enough alone, Kagome decided to leave him with a parting shot.

“You and Inuyasha have more in common than you can possibly imagine. You are both totally selfish and unkind,” she barked.

And somewhere in that feudal land the sun was shining bright, and somewhere children shouted and somewhere hearts were light …NOT… APPARENTLY… HERE.

It took a second for Kagome to realize she was pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree and that her breath was not forthcoming.

“Do not compare me to that hanyou filth bitch,” he hissed, his warm breath fanning her face.

The priestess threw caution to the wind and rounded on him. Perhaps rounded was not quite the right word, it being rather hard to ‘round’ when one was deprived of movement and being allowed only a modicum of oxygen.

Still, she managed to croak.

“…And another thing! My name is Ka-go-me, not wench, not ningen, not onna and certainly not bitch! Ka-go-me! Three syllables, real easy, even a canine like you can manage to pronounce that!” she gritted out between clenched teeth.

For the second time in as many days, Kagome tempted the vagaries of fate and played with her longevity.

Her eighteenth birthday not looking so likely, if one was to judge by the look in the Taiyoukai’s eyes.

He slackened his grip and instead chose to press his body fully to hers, effectively pinning her to the tree.

“Listen well Ka-go-me, this Sesshoumaru is not fond of repeating himself. The ‘defenseless bird’ was a minion of Kagura. There are two choices in life, kill or be killed…I choose the former. Do not use the honored name of the Inu-no-Taishou frivolously and never – he pressed more firmly - make a point of comparison between this Sesshoumaru and that of the ill-bred, uncouth, and irrational hanyou in an attempt to quell your ardor for this Sesshoumaru,” he whispered menacingly.

“Fuck You! Sesshoumaru!” she hissed in his face. She no longer cared if he chose to kill her. It was all academic now, nothing she could possibly imagine would redeem this situation and she was going to go down fighting.

In point of fact … that, was not to be.

Warm soft lips crushed hers in that moment, a hard warm body making its intentions known.
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Author's Note

What has become of the dynamic duo…all enmity, heat, lust…and then some…*Bows Reverently*

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