In The Elevator

Disclaimer: I don’t own InuYasha. (sigh) Life is cruel, ne? What I wouldn’t do to own my personal Sesshoumaru… O.O I didn’t know you were already there! (cough, cough)

(blush) Forget I had said anything; it was just your imagination working. Yeah, that’s it.

A/N: I know, I know, some of you must have been thinking “Where the Hell has that damn girl disappeared to?! Where is the next part!? ”

(smiles sheepishly) I apologize for the long wait for this new update. As some of you must be in the same situation, it’s the period of exams right now, so there are a lot of things to do, but I thought that you would like a new chapter, so here it is! I’m too kind, right! (cough)

Ok, well, as you will see, this part 5 is longer than any others before…maybe some kind of “I’m sorry” for the long wait…? :)

And for [i]‘jeweled fairy’[/i] who had asked for chapters a little longer. ;)

By the way, so nobody will be shocked later: this story is close to the end! The next part will be a long one too, maybe even longer than this one. Then, I will conclude with a, maybe, shorter one as part 7 and they will be out of that satanic elevator. Hmm, I suppose it will not be a big surprise if I tell you that the part 6 will be the more (how to put it?) ‘interesting’ part? No need to draw you all a picture, ne? ;)

It will be my first attempt to that kind of thing, so I really hope to do an okay job. Well, we will see.

Thanks again to [i][b]“kiyota”[/i][/b] for, as always, a fabulous work as beta for this story. I don’t know what I would do without you and your support.Thanks too to "RyuuMahou" Girls, you are the best!! (bows low)

Thanks to all the ones who had taken the time to review. Guys, you can’t even imagine how much your support warms my heart!

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Part 5

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Kagome smiled up at Sesshoumaru sweetly even if it was slightly sad. The Taiyoukai immediately noted that the smile even if genuine, didn't completely reach her beautiful eyes. He raised an eyebrow at the mixed emotions that were flashing on her face.

The intensity of his mesmerizing amber pools made the young woman a little uneasy. So, she averted her eyes down to stare at her restless wiggling toes. His voice was so deep, like velvet really. She was shocked at how someone she had just met could have an impact or how his opinion could be so important. She couldn't grasp a reason for her reaction to him. For someone she had just met two hours ago, she clung to very word that dropped from his sweet looking lips. “What? BAD! Bad Kagome!” she berated herself. She couldn't be thinking like that.

He was an imposing personage you could say, with a power in his aura that she’d never felt before. It was as if his youki was permanently, since he’d started to relax in her presence, flirting against her skin and with her own powers. It was something, a sensation, she had never felt before. So intense, so much power. It was really intimidating and slightly frightening.

At first, all of her body was singing with a lone voice, wanting only to attack the offending presence and purified it. She had to contain her powers as well as she could. His youki was cold and aggressive against her, like himself for that matter. Now, since he seemed to be more relaxed with her, it was as if it was the same for his youki and it was acting more as a soothing presence than anything else.

It had never been like that with any youkai in all her life. Kaede had always said that she was gifted to ‘read’ others beings aura even with her really poor training. But what was happening to her with Sesshoumaru was really… unusual. She would have to ask Kaede about that to see if she knew something that would explain her aura’s reaction against the powerful demon lord’s. She vaguely though that Kaede must be back to her home by now, surely thinking that she ran away from the harpies who still might have been in the waiting in the room or passing the interview she had dreamt so much of.

Fate must be really laughing at her. She had stressed herself like crazy, afraid to not be enough for this kind of important company… all that for nothing. Yes, someone must really hate her up there. She suffocated her self-pity and went back with her previous thoughts.

What was really strange was that at the same time they became less tense and more at ease in each other’s presence, their auras had followed. But their auras were more than just tolerating each other presence. That was what was really puzzling the young woman.

Even if she had wished to strangle him at the first glance for his rude behavior towards her, she was now somehow glad that he was there trapped with her. She would have driven herself crazy with panic until a heart attack took her for having to stay in this satanic metal box all alone by herself.

She looked up towards the object of her troubled thoughts but almost ‘eep’ed when she saw him looking at her back directly in the eyes with an eyebrow raised. A blush slowly crept up on her cheeks from embarrassment to have been caught off guard.

During that time, Sesshoumaru was observing the young Miko with wide interest, even if it wasn’t shown on his perfect porcelain face. So many emotions were playing on her beautiful face, making his head spin trying to decipher every single one of them…embarrassment… confusion… trouble-ness… and even some kind of excitement were part of the numerous emotions that were flashing across her thoughtful face.

She was so deep in her thoughts that she didn’t feel that his eyes were fixed intensely on her little form. He couldn’t stop himself, to watch all those emotions playing in her mind and reflecting on her face. To see her biting her bottom lip from time to time when lost in her muses, something was troubling her. Each time she did that act, so innocent in appearance, a wave of heat went rushing through the demon lord. Good thing that no one was there to witness the effect that this young mortal had on the supposed cold and unfeeling Taiyoukai. And it was a good thing that even the object of his…inner trouble was totally oblivious of the power that was laid in her hands.

Sesshoumaru took advantage of the fact that she was ‘occupied’ to observe her thoughtfully without restraint. He would not lose this golden opportunity. Yes, he couldn’t lie to himself any longer, for that little slit of a human woman was really something…unique and had caught his interest. Her soft creamy skin, beautiful legs, rather great chest even hidden behind her little light coat, sweet looking lips, tantalizing scent…and amazingly startling and sparkling unique deep blue eyes…that were currently looking back at him?!

When their eyes locked, amber pools clashing against blue ones, Sesshoumaru immediately saw the blood rushing to Kagome cheeks at the his heated gaze, coloring her face beautifully. He watched as the blush colored her cheeks, went along her neck and ran lower to disappear under her top. Vaguely, Sesshoumaru wondered to himself how far the red was running.

All in all, the scene was rather alluring to the Taiyoukai making him twitch with interest. He remarked that her scent had shifted slightly at the intensity of his gaze, but it went back to normal before he could pin point the meaning of that one different scent.

She cleared her throat noisily to try to regain her composure, obviously embarrassed to have what could be qualified of the undying attention of the very male specimen of the species, currently trapped with her. “Why is he looking at me…that way?” was the thought flowing in her mind as she tried to calm her nerves and erratic heart.

“T...thank you, Sesshoumaru. For at least taking me seriously,” she said softly.
Sesshoumaru stayed silent, observing. But when she started to fidget again, he decided to stop her session of torture and nodded, acknowledging her. Then, he took pity of her and turned his head slightly away.

As soon as his gaze wasn’t upon her anymore, Kagome almost sighed in relief and released the pressure on her lungs. She wasn’t even aware that she was holding her breath until the scrutinizing piercing golden eyes of the Taiyoukai wasn’t on her anymore.

Sesshoumaru didn’t miss the change in her scent when he finally looked away. He wasn’t enjoying her reaction to his simple glance that disturbed the most composed human and demon alike. He normally would have. He didn’t appreciate how she seemed so uneasy in his presence as he would have for anyone else; for unknown reasons, not her. It was different with her, but at least, she wasn’t insensitive to his presence.

A wave of relief washed through her and part of her tenseness and nervousness which had clouded her scent before dissipated.

The demon lord’s mouth quirked up slightly on one side, it being the only clue to his amusement on him besides his eyes. In a way, he was lucky. If you pushed away the fact that he was trapped in an elevator for already two hours and to an undefined time, he had some luck for the fact that he wasn’t alone or trapped with some infuriating smelly creature as the ones awaiting him at his office door, but a rather entertaining exceptionally good smelling and beautiful onna, even if she was human.

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A long silence established itself, invading the restrain place containing our two ‘victims.’
Sesshoumaru was looking from the corner of his eyes from time to time at the other occupant of the metallic box with slight interest and mirth dancing in his amber pools. He was betting with himself, how long it will take for the young human to crack and romp through the silence again.

From the increasing agitation of her aura and the furtive glances, she was sending his way from time to time, he wouldn't have to wait for long. A spark appeared in his usually dull and emotionless golden eyes, the only exterior sign of his amusement.

For her part, the silence and the wait were driving poor Kagome to the edge of her sanity, literally. She was glancing to the profile of her companion of misfortune to judge of his current state of mind, if he was in the same position then her. Irrational anger raised in her at what she was seeing. Even more perturbing than anything she could have thought was the fact that he was…absolutely calm. So calm! It was irking her to no end.

It was like the fact of being there, trapped like rats in this box with her wasn’t more troubling for him than being tranquil on his sofa in front of his television. Okay, so he didn’t seem, for Kagome, a fervent ‘watcher’ of television, but you could see her point. Argh! She was even troubling herself with her own babbling! That was so frustrating.

The former possibility could have been qualified as flattering, that being trapped alone with her wasn’t disturbing to him in the least bit, but the impassible face was throwing any possible good points of this situation directly out of the window. If only the damn satanic box had had windows! Argh, she was doing it again. She would drive herself crazy if she kept quiet any longer.

Anew, she brought her legs close to her chest for comfort, before jumping head first into the water…or so to speak. She inhaled deeply to calm her frail nerves.

“Sesshoumaru?” she spoke timidly.

The demon lord had to resist the urge to smirk. He knew that she wouldn’t be able to stay quiet for too long. She was under such high pressure and the tension in the elevator’s atmosphere was almost visible, thick enough to cut through.

Sesshoumaru, after hearing how pitiful her sweet voice sounded at the moment, took pity on her again and turned back to look at her, acknowledging her presence one more time, his mask right in place on his face to hide all emotions.

Kagome froze. It seemed that each time the Taiyoukai eyes were on her, her mind went blank, a doe caught in front of headlights unable to process what to do, except to stand still.

‘Think Kagome, think. You wanted to reestablish the dialogue with him and all, so now that you have established that Sesshoumaru was indeed his name, and that he is acknowledging your existence on this world, why, oh why aren’t you speaking?!’ she thought frantically. ‘And why is he looking at me that way? I can’t think if he keeps watching at me as if I was his next meal!’
She gulped and gazed down at her hands but looked up again a second later at him to see him still watching her intensely. She exhaled and inhaled deeply, her lungs burning. She hadn’t even been aware that she was holding her breath.

“Hm...Sesshoumaru?” But she blocked again.

The demon lord almost chuckled. Now that he thought about it, he was glad he hadn’t given her his full name. If she was that nervous in front of ‘just’ Sesshoumaru, what would be her actions before The Mr. Takahashi? If he were to tell her now, what would happen? ‘She would faint probably or something of that caliber,’ he mused silently.

“Sesshoumaru is indeed my name. Now, that we have established this fact once more, have you something in mind that you wish to share?” he asked smoothly.

There were fewer risks to know what was on her innocent mind than in his own right now, he groaned at himself for his ‘impure’ thoughts. But he could be wrong, he pointed out to himself. ‘Never judge a book at his cover,’ they say. ‘A really nice ‘cover,’’ he shamelessly thought, letting his eyes rove lazily over her form.

He smirked. His action wasn’t lost for the object of his scrutinizing, if the blush that was coloring her cheeks at the moment was any clue. ‘Cute.’ He almost scoffed at himself. The great Sesshoumaru wasn’t the type of youkai to find use for words like ‘cute;’ even if it was the most appropriated term to employ in this case.

“I...I'm sorry...It’s just...well...” she stuttered. ‘Oh God Kagome, get a grip. He will not eat you! He must think that you are completely stupid stammering at each word like that!’

During that time, Sesshoumaru had stayed silent, watching, amused at the flustering young woman. His great and vast imagination was already providing him with another way to make her all flustered, another more exciting and entertaining way than embarrassment. He could almost see it flashing before his eyes. He even could almost smell, feel, even taste it.

Again, his more rational and… ‘upper’ brain disagreed, however with less and less vigor, at the idea of any activities that could be engaged between the two of them. At least, even if it was granting little assurance, they were still just thoughts. Thoughts that he couldn’t let become reality. He still hadn’t made a fool of himself. Relationships of that ‘kind’ and one-night stand things had became more current in this twenty-first century. But some, from which he thought he was an irrevocable member, thought that humans are in a league way beneath youkai and so therefore shouldn’t mix together.

Not as irrevocable as he had first thought, if you judge from the colorful images of a certain onna that were playing in front of his eyes’ mind and the slight tightness of his pants at that very moment. Fortunately, before he did something he would surely regret, his muses were interrupted by the angelic voice of the very person he had so many difficulties to banish from his head.

“I...” she said, still hesitating a second. Therefore, she blurted out the first thing that passed her mind. “Do you think that they had heard our call and will release us soon?”

‘Smooth Kagome, really smooth. You didn’t have anything else more interesting to say?’ she thought, angry at herself for losing all of her calm in front of him. The young woman had to resist the urge to hit her forehead repeatedly for her apparent inability to put two words together without sounding like a bubbling nervous idiot in his presence.

‘Why am I so nervous by the way? There isn’t anything special about him, besides being shamefully beautiful, rich apparently, if the Armani suit is any indication, and a powerful youkai. Really, there isn’t anything special about that man, youkai, male, perfect male…’ She sweated dropped at the train of her thoughts. ‘There are way too many reasons to be nervous!!’ she concluded frantically.

She gulped loudly and looked at him, fidgeting while waiting for his answer.

“I doubt it will happen anytime soon, but nothing is certain,” he replied truthfully. However, from the horrified look on Kagome’s face, it wasn’t the good thing to say in their situation, he sighed. He tried to explain his reasoning, a thing he rarely did for anyone. “If our call was heard, they would have been here or at least contacted us one way or another. We could possibly be in here for quite a time,” he said unemotionally.

Then, the silence fell again between them. But this time, the silence was heavy, too heavy to support for the young woman and one more time, she was the one whom refueled the dialogue.
She first had started to ask him questions about himself or his job. They were trapped for an undefined length of time so why not make the most of it and learn from one another?

Nothing wrong with that idea, right? It was what the young woman had thought but the reluctance of her companion to speak to her was proving that the feeling wasn’t shared with the demon lord.

In fact, Sesshoumaru was simply ignoring her. He felt like he had already indulged her enough until now and had answered her questions. But now, without a word, try to make her understand that her inquiries weren’t welcome.

Kagome didn’t pay mind of his behavior. Seriously, he had more mood swings than a pregnant woman! So, she ignored his rude treatment, even if it was slightly aggravating her. She ignored him too and started to speak. Sesshoumaru had turned his head in her direction when she had opened her mouth. She was pleased with that; at least he was listening to her.

So, she decided that if he didn’t want to speak about himself, she will speak about herself. She told him about her grand-father who was a little bit senile; throwing ofudas at all the persons he found suspicious who were praying at the shrine. The problem was that they couldn’t make him understand that youkai rarely visited a shrine willingly and the worst part was that he hadn’t even a tiny bit of spiritual power in his old body.

With the years, her family had had some problems with a couple neighbors who hadn’t appreciated that he screamed at them ‘demon be gone’ and had, in the best cases, threw some useless papers that stuck on them. Sometimes, it was some kind of nasty juicy smelly thing of unknown origin. She moved her nose in distaste at the souvenirs, but then smiled fondly. “He is a little crazy, but I have always known him to be that way. In the 23 years that I've known him, he has been right only once. It was a hanyou and the poor girl had the freight of her life,” she giggled softly.

Sesshoumaru was listening to her with only one ear. He was more focused on the sound of her voice and its effect on him. But most of all, he was watching with ever growing interest, the hypnotic dance of her little hands on her own skin.

His throat tightened visibly at the show. Apparently, the temperature had lowered some levels; he wasn’t feeling the difference at all, but it was a different song for Kagome. It seemed that the drop in temperature was bothering his companion. Regularly, she was passing her hands up and down on her exposed legs to try to warm herself and from the look of things; she had absolutely no idea of what her gesture was doing to him. She wasn’t looking back at him and was so deep in her memories and stories that she wasn’t even feeling his heated gaze upon her.

Funny because he was sure that if she had had remarked on it, the intensity of his stare would have been enough to make her burst in flames. He was sure of it. But for the life of him, he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her beautiful form.

After considerations, Sesshoumaru was glad that she wasn’t youkai or she wouldn’t have missed the subtle change in his scent as he was fighting himself to stay calm. It wasn’t an invitation to come see what treasure lay between those remarkable legs of hers; he was saying to himself time and time again, she had not the slightest idea of what her action looked like from his point of view and its raising effect on him.

He watched her rub more energetically on her skin and he almost lost it. How could such an innocent action in and of itself become so sinful in his aroused mind? That was making no sense at all! Anew, his inner beast was providing him with colorful images of those same legs wrapped around his waist, how it would feel if he was… No, he had to stop that before he lost his mind. It wasn’t natural. She had totally bewitched his more basic self and, if he was honest, his rational self too. How could that have happened in a mere couple of hours?! Oh, how the mighty had fallen…but right now he was past caring.

He tightened his restraints on his more primal instinct and prayed that he was wrong earlier, when he had said that they should be trapped still for a long time. For how long would he be able to stay calm? He had no idea but he couldn’t do that with a human. It was against all his principles.

Then, out of nowhere, he had to contain a violent growl to an inaudible version for humans’ ears. It was all he could do in this situation. His beast was snarling and barking angrily at her action, angry to have been deprived of the spectacle by the vixen herself. For her part, Kagome had no idea of the rage that was boiling at the moment in the veins of the Taiyoukai sitting at her side.
She hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, she just wasn’t able to warm her legs anymore, and so she had struggled out of her light coat and had put it on her nude skin. How could she have known of the rage that would start in Sesshoumaru’s beast, which was fighting against his chains, unhappy to not be able to see her soft looking skin? The only exterior reaction, besides the more erratic breathing of the demon lord, was his darkening eyes, with a contour of red.

She shivered and the inquietude for her health by his more basic part had permitted Sesshoumaru to regain total control and to calm down. You couldn’t really see it but internally, Sesshoumaru was livid. The control he had won after so many years and his hard work had been reduced to ashes by a simple human woman! It was degrading! A hard blow at his poor already bruised pride. He saw her shiver again. He couldn’t, even with the pretext of one's bruised pride, let her catch a cold. He wouldn’t bend that low. So he sighed, resigning himself.

Kagome was still totally unaware of the things that were happening around her. She had made a pause in her speech to put her coat on her bare legs to try to warm them up a little. However, that wasn’t enough. She couldn’t stop shivering uncontrollably.

Apparently, during the hours they were trapped in the elevator, the temperature had fallen considerably. She looked up in surprise at the cloth in front of her face. Her youkai companion must have taken pity on her and was lending her his own coat.

She let her fingers glide on the coat, marveling at the soft texture but stopped.

“It’s really nice of you, Sesshoumaru, but I can't accept.”

He raised an eyebrow, absolutely confused at the reason that could be behind her refusal. Something wasn’t clear. His brain was working rapidly to find a plausible cause. ‘Could it be…? Did she decline this Sesshoumaru’s offer because it came from of a youkai, the natural enemy of Miko?’ Uncontrollable anger, was heating up like a cyclone in his bloodstream. ‘Do I disgust her? Did she refuse because she thinks of me as dirty? Was that the reason too why she hadn’t reacted as other women would have in this Sesshoumaru’s presence?!’

At any other moments, he wouldn’t have been affected and would have just let her fall ill with little to no care. It would have been her loss. But the fact that she was refusing his help because of his difference in origin had hurt him more than he would have liked to admit. For anyone else, it wouldn’t have been important, not even noted, but for her it was different, she was different, or he had thought so.

"I can't take your coat, Sesshoumaru," her sweet voice reached his sensible elf-like ears. Her voice that had a soothing feeling before was now worse than if she had yelled and insulted him. It hurt like nothing before.

She continued to speak, trying to explain her actions. She had seen the hurt flashing in his usually cold eyes before narrowing in her direction. She was afraid to have offended him. It really wasn’t her intentions.

"I...I'm really grateful, but I can't in my right mind take your coat from you. You need it too. My conscience will not permit it,” she told him softly.

Immediately, all the anger that had clouded his mind, drained from his body. How could he have been so stupid? She hadn’t accepted his offer, not due to himself being different, but just because she doesn't want for him to miss its protection. An uncommon feeling spread throughout his whole being. ‘She was trying to protect this Sesshoumaru…?’ he finally realized. ‘Foolish human.’ He scoffed softly, not at all sounding angry even in his mind.

He should have been offended that a frail being like her would even think to be able to protect him…but surprisingly, he wasn’t. He dared to admit that he was touched by her gesture. He cleared his throat lightly to obtain her attention.

“I'm not as sensitive to the cold as you humans,” he said in a cool voice. She looked at his determinate front. She was grateful that someone like Sesshoumaru seemed to care about the well being of a nobody like her. She smiled warmly at him.

“I still refuse to take it from you,” she said softly. She saw him open his mouth again to object, but she beat him. “But...w…we could share?” she proposed very quietly, a light pink coloring her cheeks, embarrassed to have even just thought of something like that.

For Sesshoumaru, she couldn’t have looked lovelier. He had to bite back a groan, feeling himself harden. He could clearly see that she wouldn’t accept to take it for herself. She had made it clear as crystal. He looked at her a moment still, and then finished by consenting to her request. He moved a little to hide his growing 'problem' from her, not wanting to scare her away. When she smiled sweetly again and advanced towards him on all fours, it was close to be his undoing. She seemed so wild, so feline like that, which surprisingly aroused the dog in him even more. To see her moving like that towards him on her hands and knees…he just wanted to show her how much he was appreciating the view of her in the position of a real bitch. He gulped and licked his sudden dry lips when she sat down at his side, draping his coat on their two forms. Why was he torturing himself as such?

Sesshoumaru tensed when her little form melted into his side. He tried to not notice how good and right it was to feel her so close to his person. He moved again to find a better position to accommodate his growing (cough) ‘problem.’ She moved unconsciously towards the source of warmth, in another words, him. It was difficult to not make a move towards her. ‘Is she trying to seduce and make the knees this Sesshoumaru bend? Because if it is her intentions, she’s doing one hell of a good job!’ he thought, groaning again pitifully.

“Better?” he asked, his voice slightly hoarse, but sounding not really interested in the answer, more amused about her moving closer. She blushed profusely, bending her head. She was mortified. She had moved so close to him without even thinking.

“H-hai, thank you.” She tried to get away from his so comforting warmth, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, refusing to budge from his side. He took her chin with care between his long clawed fingers, making her raise and turn her head towards him.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of...Kagome.” Her name rolled off of his tongue smoothly, like a sugared caress. His voice had lost part of its coldness. The sound of his voice alone coupled with the heated gaze he was giving her was enough to send shivers up and down her spine.
That didn’t go unnoticed by the demon lord in person. Sesshoumaru looked at her dead in the eyes, letting his thumb run smoothly and delicately along her jaw. In fact, he was trying with all his might to stay put, but the way her sapphire eyes were shining back up at him, her cheeks a beautiful rosy color…

Sesshoumaru felt as if something in him had snapped, and before he could stop himself, his lips went crashing down upon hers.

Kagome froze. ‘What is he doing?!’ she screamed in her head. ‘Is he –is he kissing me?!’ Her eyes opened wide in shock. Her brain had blackout, took its suitcases and left for some unforeseen vacations.

She gasped, giving Sesshoumaru the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His tongue invaded hungrily her sweet mouth. The Taiyoukai groaned at the bliss created by her taste. Why was he trying to avoid anything like this again? He couldn’t even remember. When he felt that she was still shocked and had yet to return the kiss, he, gently with his tongue, tried to coax hers to join him in that beautiful dance.

He couldn’t stop himself. The sensations were incredible, like nothing he had ever tasted and felt before. He had to resist the urge to purr happily and much as he could when her sweet appendage had started to move timidly against his own.

Behind half-closed eyelids, he watched as her eyes closed, and she let herself been carried away by the burning feeling of his soft lips on her own. She sighed blissfully. Sesshoumaru would have smiled if his mouth wasn’t so occupied.

He observed her flushed face a moment as to engrave the breath taking image in his mind before closing his eyes too, letting everything go.

The kiss became more and more heated as the seconds passed. The passion burning through them. Sesshoumaru's hand went behind her neck to move her head for better access. During that time, his other hand went fall on her thigh. Her eyes snapped opened. As if the spell had broken, the implication of their actions and what it could lead to crashed down on her. Sparks of fear went running her body. Sesshoumaru immediately detected the difference, feeling her tensing under his fingertips, and growled in frustration. He slowly retreated, taking as much as he could, before ending one of the better kisses of his life.

Kagome looked at the man holding her, kissing her and came face to face with his lustful amber pools. Jolted back to reality, she jumped to her feet and went to stand close to the opposite wall of the elevator, where she was earlier. She turned from him, avoiding anymore eye contact. Her hands reached up to her slightly kiss-swelled lips, tracing them slowly.

‘What was that?!’ she screamed frantically to herself.

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End of the part 5.

Well, that’s it. So, what do you think? Did you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it? Hope so.

Anyway, I have to go; I have a biology exam tomorrow! (whine)

I know, I know, its Saturday...when I say some people are crazy in universities! Grr…

I’m off now,

Laters,
Sweetest Angel