Okaa-san

A/N: Sorry, I didn't expect this chapter to take so long to get out but it was a real beast to finish. I actually wrote two chapter fives; one was a little more conservative than the other and I was torn between which one to post. With some editing I finally posted this chapter five. I guess it's up to you to find out which one I posted; the conservative one or the citrusy one.

Hm. . . you can figure it out.

Also, I greatly appreciate those who have tried to get my ratings up. It makes me feel all tingly inside to see you guys trying to help me out.

So here is my treat for you. Read and enjoy.

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Chapter 5
What’s Your Fantasy?


“Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.” -James Allen

“And when you’re done cleaning out the well-house, you can then begin to fix the leak in the attic,” Mrs. Higurashi ordered her ill-behaved son. “Jii-chan was hoping that once you were done with that that you would help him organize the petrified water-sprite feet. Do you understand?”

“Hai, Okaa-san,” Souta responded dejectedly.

“Good. Now get to work.” She gently pushed him into the direction of the well-house and made sure that he didn’t make any attempt at escape while on her watch. Mrs. Higurashi knew her son’s tricks all too well to trust him to do as told without a stern hand keeping him in line. She desperately hoped that he cleaned up his act soon.

Assured that he would not stray from his path today, Mrs. Higurashi turned to go back into the house while thinking of further punishments for her son. So far Kagome had been very helpful in that area and together they had come up with enough punishments to keep Souta busy until he was old and gray. With the promise that Souta would get another job and all of his earnings going toward the damage he had caused Kagome’s apartment, Souta was further disciplined by the court with parole for the next six months, a ban on his social life lasting until he went to college thanks to his mother, and the assignment of many tedious chores that no one else wanted to do from his jii-chan. Mrs. Higurashi had to admit that the shrine had never looked better.

She entered the kitchen to find her daughter sitting at the table browsing through the want ads of the newspaper. Kagome’s hair was tousled and knotted, her tank top looked as if it had been put on backwards, and the girl hadn’t even bothered to put pants on yet. All signs indicated that Kagome had just woken up.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Mrs. Higurashi had greeted good naturedly.

“Morning, Mom,” Kagome replied automatically, her eyes not leaving the paper.

“Do you want me to make you lunch?” Mrs. Higurashi asked as she began to busy herself with the preparation of a meal.

“No, it’s okay. I had a bowl of cereal.” Kagome pointed to the empty bowl in front of her paper. “Besides, there’s an ad in here for a job down at the fish market. I should check it out today. It says they need a person ‘who is unafraid to get their hands dirty and can handle the sight of blood. Lack of gag reflex would be greatly appreciated. Must also be good with pets. Many dogs and cats are on the job.’” Kagome looked up at her mom. “I can do that. The smell won’t bother me and I was always the one to dissect the animals in biology class.”

At her mother’s aghast demeanor, Kagome crossed out the ad with her red marker. “Okay, how about this one: ‘Woman needed for sales’,” she read. “’She must be at least five feet tall, buxom, and unabashed about her sexuality. She must be charismatic and able to procure the attentions of men while she works. High heels are to be warn at all times; no excuses. First come, first serve.”

Was her daughter out of her mind? “Um, Kagome, I’m not so sure about that one either,” Mrs. Higurashi carefully stated.

Kagome nodded her head. “You’re right, Mom. I can do better than that. Besides, it said that the interview process was to take place at some place called the Red Light District: whatever that is.”

Mrs. Higurashi shook her head; sometimes her daughter was so innocent. “Why don’t you just work here. We could really use a shrine maiden and you would still be able to live at home.”

Kagome met her mother’s pleading eyes. This wasn’t the first time her mother had asked her to stay at home and take on the duties as the shrine’s miko. With Souta being born without the powers of a priest, Kagome was the last in line to have any sort of spiritual powers. Souta could be the shrine’s caretaker, which he most likely would end up being, but the actual maintenance of the shrine would fall onto the shoulders of the shrine’s priest. As a woman, Kagome could not perform any weddings, reside over funerals, or bless festivals that occurred on shrine grounds. So, it was ultimately her duty to marry a man with spiritual powers so that the shrine would not fall out of her family’s hands. As reluctant as Kagome was to lose the shrine, she was not at all willing to give up her independence in order to maintain it.

She offered her mother a sheepish smile. “I’ll think about it, okaa-san.” With her mother slightly placated, Kagome returned her attention to the newspaper. It was useless searching for a job at this point. A minimum-wage job was all she could procure and the meager wages she would make off of that would barely put a dent in the loans she still owed. Her mother might be right: it probably would be best if she just continued to live at home and work at the shrine.

Mrs. Higurashi peeked over her shoulder at her daughter as she methodically began to peel an onion. Somewhat put off by her daughter’s current gloomy mood, Mrs. Higurashi suggested, “Maybe you should go upstairs and take a nice, long soak in the tub. That might make you feel a little bit better.”

Kagome folded the newspaper and pushed it away from her. “I think I’ll take you up on that, Mom.” She grabbed the empty cereal bowl next to her and went to stand next to her mom at the kitchen sink. As she rinsed the bowl, she felt the need to ask, “How’s Souta doing with his first day of slavery?”

Mrs. Higurashi beamed at her words. “He’s off to a good start, but I know once he starts helping jii-chan with his antiquities, he’ll be begging us to stop his torture.” She snuck a glance at Kagome before continuing. “You know, within the two days that you have been here, you’ve already been able to come up with more punishments than I ever did within the span of twenty-two years.”

Kagome laughed and tucked a loose tendril of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, well, you never did have to ground me. Next to Souta, I was the model teenager.” She sighed then. “I wonder what happened to the twerp to make him turn out like this.”

“Boys will be boys, Kagome,” her mother simply replied. “Besides, the only reason you never acted out was because you never had the chance too. You had a lot more responsibility than him when you were his age. After your father’s death you saw the role that you needed to fill; you were more than just Souta’s older sister: you were his mentor too.” Mrs. Higurashi sighed then. “With jii-chan’s age, it became more difficult to take care of the shrine and I often averted my attention from you two to helping jii-chan maintain the shrine. I guess I forced to you to take care of your little brother when you should have been out playing with friends.”

Mrs. Higurashi shook her head sadly. “That was the funny thing about you, Kagome. You had so many friends when you were growing up but you never spent any time with them outside of school. When I asked you to take care of Souta for awhile, you always would drop what you were doing and rush to your brother’s side. There were so many times I would see children come to the door asking to play with you and you would turn them away telling them that you had other things to do. I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many rejected faces before.”

Mrs. Higurashi met her daughter’s gaze with watering eyes. “I never really did let you be a little girl for as long as you should have. I didn’t give you the chance to act out and to make mistakes or even to have friends at the house. I always kept you so busy with your brother and school that you didn’t have much of a childhood.” She grasped her daughter’s hand in her own calloused and worn one. “I’m sorry for taking that away from you, Kagome.”

Kagome pulled her mother into a tight embrace and gently ran a hand through the older woman’s hair, just as she used to do for Kagome when she was upset. “It’s okay, Mom,” she assured. “I had the best childhood anyone could ask for.” She smiled then. “Besides, why would I want to get caught with pot after having thrown someone’s bathtub through two ceilings?”

Mrs. Higurashi laughed and wiped her eyes as she let go of her daughter. “You’re right there. Souta was a fool for doing that.”

“Yeah, the biggest.” She pulled away from her mother and gave her a reassuring smile. Kagome then looked up at the clock over the sink and nearly shrieked. “Kami! If I’m going to get anything done today then I really should go take that bath right away. Half-past noon already?” She turned to her mother. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Her mother shrugged. “I asked you if you wanted lunch. I thought that I made it pretty clear that it was no longer morning.”

Kagome grumbled at her mother’s logic and stumbled out of the kitchen and up the stairs to her bedroom. It was still decorated in the pinks and flower patterns of her childhood - a bold reminder of who she was at heart. Discarded books and glamour magazines still littered the floor when the odds were that they hadn’t been read in about five years. Her laptop sat next to an outdated computer on the desk next to her bed but she had no need for it since she came to live at the shrine.

She grabbed a towel off the top of her hamper and marched into the adjoining bathroom. She carelessly tossed the towel on top of the bathroom counter as she closed the door behind her. With purpose, Kagome sidled up to the tub, reached for the handle and began to run a bath. Testing the water, she put her hand under the spout and waited until the water began to warm before placing the stopper over the drain.

Slowly discarding her clothes, Kagome carefully slid out of her tank top and panties and left them in a pile at her feet. She pulled her wavy locks out of their hair tie and left the band on her wrist as she checked the height of the water.

Seeing that the water had yet to sufficiently rise, Kagome stepped back from the tub to begin her search for a pair of earplugs. Kagome always kept a box of them in the bathroom for whenever her Aunt Suki visited. Unfortunately for Kagome, she used to share her bedroom with her aunt who had a very obvious snoring problem when she still lived at home. The ear plugs guaranteed Kagome a good night’s sleep. Ear plugs would be a handy item at the moment because Kagome knew that once Souta and jii-chan reached the attic, there would be a lot of yelling and cursing that would result in a headache that she didn’t particularly want.

“A-ha!” she cried out once she found a pair of blue earplugs jammed into the back of one of her drawers. She grabbed them and turned her attention back to the tub. Noticing that the water had now risen to the perfect height, Kagome leaned over the side of the tub and turned off the spigot.

Carefully, Kagome tested the water with the very tip of her big toe. When she found the water’s temperature to be just right, she fully stepped into the tub and slid in. She quickly dunked her head under the water then slicked back her hair once she emerged and then slithered into a comfortable position with her head resting on the edge of the tub and her feet hanging over the side.

Kagome deftly put an earplug in each year and then laid back with a relaxed sigh. It was now officially time to start to unwind.

Thankful that she had grown up on a shrine, Kagome began to appreciate her ability to clear her mind and focus on reaching an inner calm. Although she should use it more than she actually did, Kagome had no problems with meditation. Unfortunately for her jii-chan who had taught her how to meditate, it took her a very long time to reach this point; her jii-chan did not have much patience and Kagome’s lessons had most definitely tried him to the umpteenth degree. She still cringed at the very thought of the raps her jiji had given her knuckles with his staff when he would discover that she had been napping instead of meditating.

Gradually, she began to clear her mind of all thought and slowly slipped into that little place she liked to call “The Meadow.” Ever since she first learned the art of meditation, the Meadow had been her secret place in her mind to escape to. It was nothing fancy (because that wasn’t the type of person Kagome was) but instead it was beautiful in a simple fashion. The landscape never changed; instead it remained a constant in Kagome’s tumultuous conscience. It was indeed a meadow - hence the name - filled with purple loosestrife and yellow tulips. A lone sakura tree nearly the size of the Goshinboku that stood outside the shrine occupied a small spot in the middle of the meadow. This was Kagome’s tree; she always found herself sitting under it, calmly reflecting on the endless musings that filled her head and idly sifting through the day’s happenings. What she loved the best about her tree was that it was always in bloom.

Kagome settled herself against the tree, the bark acting like a soft pillow to her ethereal body and rested her head back. She let loose a sigh - glad that she was finally in her nirvana. She looked out before her and saw nothing but miles and miles of flower-filled field. In the sky, several clouds lazily passed by but none dared to cover the sun. Several butterflies floated past her as the rare bird attentively swooped down before her to hop merrily from one foot to another.

She smiled at the blissful scene that played out before her. Kagome couldn’t really explain how she created the Meadow or why it took the form it did, but she enjoyed it. Souta once asked her about it and the only comparison she could make was to that of the Matrix; it wasn’t real, you couldn’t control it, but it felt real and seemed real. The cynic in Souta simply remarked that it seemed like a fantasy world for the everyday escapist. In a way he was right but in so many others he was wrong.

Her thoughts turned away from her brother and instead to another man – a more problematic man.

She had been thinking about Sesshomaru more than she thought was healthy. It wasn’t just in a manner which involved her visualizing his strangulation at her hands with his tie, but also in a less than appropriate way. Sure she was a woman and she did have needs, but little innocent Higurashi Kagome never ever thought about a man in a sexual sense. Sesshomaru made her do things she had never done before and she wasn’t so sure she liked it. She admitted that she was attracted to him (hell, who wasn’t?) but the problem lay in what resulted from that attraction. Kagome had never had a sex dream before she met Sesshomaru but she soon found herself waking up in the middle of the night with her nightgown stuck to her and a cold sweat covering her body and the unnerving urge to touch herself many a night. The feeling of dissatisfaction was unknown to Kagome and she didn’t like it; she refused to pleasure herself because the thought alone made her feel dirty and so she would return to her sleep filled with silver hair and amber eyes hoping that the man in her dreams could somehow make it all go away.

It hurt to know that she was having dreams about a man who not only was a jerk, an asshole, and an egotistical ice prick, but also a man who wasn’t her intended. She felt guilty every time she woke up from a dream and realized that she hadn’t been envisioning Kouga’s body but rather that of her boss’s. But for the life of her, she couldn’t stop the dreams and she couldn’t help but feel heated every time he threw his golden-eyed gaze in her direction.

If things had been different Kagome would have pounced on Sesshomaru the first time she saw him but with things as they were, she withheld herself. She needed the job he offered and she was taken at the time: the combination enough to stop her and make her think with her head not her libido. It was odd – she never would have been the first to make a pass at a man and she would have never offered herself so casually to him either. When it came to her scruples, Kagome stuck by the morals her mother and jii-chan instilled within her and she knew that throwing herself at a man was wrong. And yet, never in her life had she treated her virginity so lightly as to want to have a bout of passionate sex with a man she knew would discard her the moment he got what he wanted from her. But the very sight of Sesshomaru made all reasonable thought escape Kagome and turn her into nothing more than a quivering mass of hormones.

The only thing that kept Kagome from jumping his bones was her complete and utter hate for the man. Although he had his moments, they were few and far between. His lack of respect towards her and her competence as an employee aggravated her to no end when she worked for him. Even though she was his personal assistant, he felt the need to use her as his lackey and sent her off on dozens of meaningless assignments just because he enjoyed torturing her. The sadistic bastard liked to piss her off and although she did find their tiffs exhilarating, he often did something that either made her storm off in rage or want to slit his throat.

She constantly felt as if she was in a relationship with the man. Too bad: if she was, then they could have make-up sex.

It was a good thing that she no longer had to bear the unreasonable youkai; any longer
and she would have regretted her actions. However, there was a part of her that missed the stubborn man but she quickly smothered the feeling whenever it arose with the memory of their last encounter.

She was drawn out of her reflections by the sound of a bird: an unusual occurrence when in her meditative state. Looking above her into the tree, Kagome could see a magnificent bird with red and gold plumes, singing in the branches of the sakura tree. Never before had Kagome heard a bird’s call when meditating nor the very sight of this exotic bird.

It cocked its scarlet head in her direction and met her eyes with its own violet gaze. If Kagome knew any better, she would have said that the bird was assessing her. The way it eyed her up and down sent a tingling sensation throughout her body very similar to what she felt when she sensed a youkai within the vicinity.

It seemingly appeared satisfied with whatever it found out about her and so spread its wings in preparation of flight. Kagome didn’t think that the bird could fly with its large tail of feathers trailing behind it, but she was surprised to find the bird leap off the branch over her head and soar into the air. She watched the bird glide in a majestic fashion through the sky so easily that she wondered if it really was trying to fly at all. The bird curved and dipped until it began to set a course towards the west, where the sun currently hung lowly over the horizon. She followed it with her eyes until it began to fly directly into the sun and she was forced to avert her sight from the intensely bright light.

Kagome lowered her eyes to the western horizon and was shocked to find a figure making its way towards her direction. No one ever appeared in the Meadow. Her jii-chan said it was impossible for another to force their way into her meditation without disturbing her into wakefulness. The only possible answer was that she had at some point fallen asleep and her conscious was filling her dreams with her place of meditation.

As the figure came closer to her, she was able to make out the outline of a man in full armor. She could see nothing more due to the sun which cast him in shadows but she perceived that he was a tall man with long flowing hair.

Kagome swallowed. She had a feeling that she was not going to be pleased with this man’s company.

He drew closer and closer until he was finally standing before Kagome and all she could do was gasp in astonishment.

“Explain to This Sesshomaru as to why you are still sitting on the ground. Do I not deserve to be greeted properly?” A playful smirk graced the man who appeared to be Sesshomaru. The sparkle in his amber eyes gave Kagome reason to pause.

The man looked and spoke like Sesshomaru, but he was wearing clothes that she knew the inu-youkai would never be caught dead in. He wore a white kimono with a red honeycomb and flower pattern at the shoulder and sleeves with a purple and yellow sash tied around his waist. His white hakamas puffed outwards at the ankle where they met a pair of black boots. Gracing his left shoulder was a spiked pauldron that appeared to be made of bone and cut across his chest to disappear under a white pelt that covered his right shoulder. Two swords were tucked in between the sash on his left side as if he was prepared if the scenario of a broken sword played out. He looked as if he had just stepped out of the Feudal Era.

“Well, are you going to give me a proper greeting or must I lower myself to the ground to collect it?”

Sesshomaru’s inquiry brought Kagome out of her appraisal of his garb and into her present situation. She met his eyes timidly and rose to her feet to stand before him. “Gomen, Sesshomaru-sama.” She bowed before him; she didn’t want to risk pissing of this Sesshomaru. Kagome was positive that this Sesshomaru was not the same as the one she knew. If he was, then that meant that he had found a way to infiltrate her meditation. “I did not mean to be rude.”

He did something then that pushed the thought of this being the real and formidable Sesshomaru aside: he laughed.

“If this is the game you wish to play, then so be it, my fair shrine maiden.” Sesshomaru grinned – one fang hanging over his lip in a boyish fashion. “I am not one to deny a woman their desires.”

The way he said “desires” created an intense sensation within the pit of Kagome’s stomach; one she was not willing to squash. With a suddenly dry mouth, she was somehow able to word, “I know not of what you speak, dear youkai lord.”

‘Listen to me,’ she thought. ‘I’m starting to speak just as archaically as he does. He’s rubbed a little too much off of me.’

“Hn. A youkai lord I may be, but you are a human woman.” He bent forward and placed an arm beside her head to lean against the tree. His body was so close to her that Kagome could feel the heat radiating off of him and his hot breath fan across her cheek. Kagome couldn’t help the shiver that made its way down her spine. “An unprotected human woman no less.”

He traced a sharp claw delicately down the line of her throat, careful not to cut her as his gaze fell to her obvious endowments. “It would be a shame for such a beautiful creature as yourself to fall victim to a dangerous youkai. . . one such as me.”

Her body felt as if it was on fire at his proximity and his words. Kagome tried to rub her thighs together to help relieve the ache that he had created within her with his deep, baritone voice that was slowly becoming greater and greater, but the need would not dissipate. She licked her dry lips, aware of his eyes upon her as she did so. “I am a big girl, my lord.” Their eyes met and Kagome refused to look away; she believed she had no reason to fear him or her actions in this illusion. “I am fully capable of protecting myself against big, bad youkai.”

With the barest of touches, she softly caressed one of the maroon stripes on his left cheek and found it to be just as soft as she imagined. ‘Like silk.’ She followed the stripe to his elfish ear and couldn’t help herself from giving the point a firm rub between her fingers. Kagome smiled at his low growl and wanted to tell him that he sounded more like a purring cat than a pleased dog but refrained. The vibrations from his growling tickled her chest and she unconsciously pulled herself closer to him to feel more of his body and show him just what type of reaction his pleasurable rumble was having on her.

She smirked when she pressed her breasts against him, knowing full well that he could feel her hardened nipples through the fabric of their clothing. There wasn’t much to the spring yukata she was wearing and his under-kimono was thin as well so she could easily feel the hard contours of muscle that lay behind his clothing.

He gave her a glare that was made ineffective by his half-lidded eyes and gently grasped her free hand between his much bigger, calloused one. “Woman, I am a ‘big, bad youkai’ as you put it. You should fear me.”

Kagome playfully mocked a gasp. “Are you really? You don’t seem so bad. In fact you don’t look like the evil maiden-eating youkai my jii-chan taught me so much about.” She pushed his bangs back with her right hand and traced the outline of the crescent moon on his forehead. “You seem much more regal than any of those youkai,” she quietly whispered.

“Besides,” a coy smile appeared on her face, “you’re much more handsome too. I don’t think that you would eat me.”

Sesshomaru smirked as his free hand began to stroke her side and moved down to rest lightly on her hip. “You don’t think that I would eat you?” His smirk grew at her slight nod. Leaning down, he moved his mouth next to her ear and heatedly whispered, “Than you are wrong, my dear girl.”

Kagome would have collapsed if he did not have his hand on her; his words caused something to stir within her that made her weak in the knees. Swallowing hard she responded, “Oh, so then you do eat young maidens?”

He pulled back to meet her eyes again and without breaking the contact, he shook his head. “No,” he replied in a husky tone. “No, I don’t eat maidens.” Sesshomaru paused to brush his thumb across her plump lips; never before had Kagome wanted to take the appendage into her mouth as much as she did in that moment. “I enjoy the taste of only one miko.”

Then without warning his lips crashed down onto hers and he swept her up into an embrace that inflamed her senses. She sighed into the kiss and Sesshomaru took advantage of her parted lips to slip his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues tangled in a battle she knew he would win but was not disappointed in losing.

His left hand came up to grasp the back of her head and draw her deeper into the kiss. She circled her arms around the back of his neck as his right hand lowered to her buttocks to give it a firm squeeze. Desire coursed through the both of them as the kiss progressed and Kagome welcomed the rare feeling.

Sesshomaru’s tongue retreated but Kagome refused to let go of her treat. Sliding her tongue against his bottom lip she was encouraged by his low growl to further advance her movements. She felt along his teeth until she reached his canines; with abandon, she stroked the sharp point of his fang with her tongue. Kagome felt the rumblings within Sesshomaru’s chest as she touched his fang and pushed harder against it until a cut was formed.

The moment her blood hit his tongue, Kagome knew that his beast had been released. He practically snarled as he ruthlessly shoved her body against the sakura tree. Sesshomaru roughly raised her thigh to wrap around his torso as he moved his lips away from their kiss and down to her neck. Kagome panted as he blazed a trail of soft, wet kissed down the side of her neck and down to the junction of her neck and shoulder.

His tongue slipped past his lips to taste her skin as she moaned out, “Now, is this the greeting you wished for?”

She groaned as he playfully bit her and then pulled away. He met her blue-eyed gaze with his own red-rimmed amber and spoke, “No. I will show you the proper greeting that a bitch gives her mate.”

With inhuman speed he ripped off his armor, sash, and kimono and threw it into a pile along with his swords. Now bare from the waist up, Kagome hungrily eyed his battle-hardened body as her hands twitched with the urge to touch him. Noticing that he was out of her reach, Sesshomaru indulged Kagome and stalked closer to her until their bodies were once again in contact with one another. He placed a knee between her thighs and spread them out so that he could have free access to her heat.

Slowly – a little too slowly in Kagome’s opinion – he began to undress her. Sesshomaru teasingly played with the tie of her obi but at her frustrated sigh he relented and pulled the bow loose. Once free of the obi, her yukata fell open to reveal to Sesshomaru a sight he had longed for many moons.

Kagome watched him as he gazed with lust filled eyes at her body. Irritated when he made no move to touch her, she seductively slipped her yukata off her shoulders and to the ground so that she now stood exposed. She knew she was successful the moment the red that bordered the edge of his eyes broadened to consume his golden irises.

Not hesitating once his woman fully bared herself to him, Sesshomaru forcefully grasped her lips with his own and took her into another one of his passionate kisses. He reached out to palm one of her flawless globes in his rough hands and was rewarded with raspy moan from Kagome. His thumb grazed her erect nipple as he pulled away from her lips to lay kisses down the side of her chin.

Kagome, not one to remain inactive, dropped her lips to his shoulder and began to tenderly kiss her way up to the underside of his chin. She nuzzled him with her nose as he continued to move down to her neck and then to her shoulder.

He paid particular attention to the birthmark there with a salutation of his tongue and teeth, fervently sucking and tugging on the skin. Sesshomaru ran his hand down the outside of her right thigh and grasped the back of her knee to rest her leg on his torso. He simultaneously massaged her thigh and lowered his head down to the breast that was not currently receiving the attention of his other hand.

Kagome’s head reared with an intake of breath the instant his lips made contact with her nipple. “Oh, Kami, Sesshomaru,” she gasped as he continued to suckle her breast with his hot mouth. Her already aroused body was further sensitized by his actions and the ache between her thighs only became stronger. “Please don’t stop.”

What sounded like a groan escaped his lips at her words. In between licks he replied throatily, “This Sesshomaru has no intention of stopping until you scream his name in completion.”

Kagome rewarded his words with a nip to the point of one of his fey ears and a thrust of her hips into his large arousal. His movements stopped as he tried to stop himself from losing control but Kagome was having none of it. She gyrated her hips against his cloth covered manhood, her juices soaking the outside of his hakama hoping that he would just plunge into her with his engorged length.

Sesshomaru growled in warning. “This Sesshomaru is dominate, woman. It is I who decides when to consummate and when not to.”

Kagome gave a small smile as she outlined the crease between his pectorals with her index finger. “Yes, well I’m just trying to make you decide a little sooner.” She collided her hips against his again and remarked at his growl of pleasure, “You see how nice that is. We have all the time to be slow later.” She reached down to give a tug to his large member and was rewarded with a staggered groan from Sesshomaru. “Just fuck me now, Sesshomaru.”

He gave her a guttural growl and ignored her words even though her course language set his blood on fire. His arousal was painful but the satisfaction of his mate always came before his and therefore he would not give her the instant gratification she believed she desired. No, instead he was going to draw out her pleasure before he took the liberty of burying himself deep inside of her moist cavern.

Not deigning her order with a verbal response, Sesshomaru returned his attention to her beautiful, pale mounds. Pleased at the squeal he received when he pulled her rosy bud between his teeth, Sesshomaru remunerated Kagome with a pinch to her thigh.

If Kagome wasn’t in so much pleasure she would have huffed but as it was, she did enjoy the slight pain that accompanied his harsh pinch. Wishing for closer contact with his firm body, Kagome raised her other leg to wrap around his waist and pressed as much as she could of herself against him. Sesshomaru welcomed the move and grasped each thigh with one of his hands as she clutched both of his biceps to balance herself.

Sesshomaru moved down past her breasts, leaving openmouthed kisses in his wake. When he reached her belly button he dipped his wet tongue into the small hole which released a whimper from Kagome. In preparation for what he was going to do next, Sesshomaru grabbed the underside of Kagome’s thighs and raised her legs so that the back of her knees rested on his shoulders, all without breaking contact with her belly button.

When he did break away from her stomach it was to give her an impassioned look with his eyes that caused the heat building within Kagome’s belly to reach a boiling point. Without breaking away from her eyes, Sesshomaru lowered a single claw to her dark curls and teasingly began to caress her outer lips.

She groaned at his touch and wished that he would put more pressure on the place that ached the most for him. Kagome needed his touch, his embrace, his kiss – Kagome needed him. For too long she had gone unsatisfied and now he was finally here. If this was indeed an illusion, a trick of her imagination, then it surely felt real.

Sesshomaru dipped the digit into her slick heat and squirmed in anticipation as he found her to be tighter than he had dreamed. Her hands found their way into his silver tresses and tugged on them when he buried his finger to the knuckle within her. His other hand occupied itself with making languorous circles on Kagome’s inner thigh while his mouth remained idle. He tentatively moved his finger insider her and when her walls clenched him, he considered just ripping off his pants and fucking her brains out.

He pumped harder into her and drew slowly back out, drawing an exhalation from Kagome. Sesshomaru repeated the movement several more times, building up Kagome’s pleasure, until he added a second finger.

Kagome cried out when he plunged both fingers into her and yanked his hair roughly in reflex. His ministrations were driving her mad. Her head swayed from side to side in uncontrolled bliss as the pad of his thumb found the sensitive bundle of nerves in her folds.

He continued to stroke her, urged on by the sweet mewls that passed her lips, and soon lowered his head to her core.

A scream was torn from her lips as his long tongue joined his two fingers insider her cavern. The coil within her tightened and she knew that she was close to falling off the precipice his ministrations had created in utter ecstasy.

Sesshomaru’s speed hastened once her hands found both of his ears and aggressively rubbed the points. His cock twitched as her scent of arousal grew stronger and stronger with each thrust of his fingers and tongue. The taste of her on his tongue was exhilarating but he craved more – he craved her honey, her ambrosia, her essence.

Kagome felt her end drawing nearer and nearer and embraced it. She was ready to burst as Sesshomaru ravenously went to her with his tongue. His thumb and forefinger pinched her bud and she nearly screamed at how close she was. He slowly drew out of her and met her eyes with his, knowing full well that his next thrust would bring her to completion.

“Please,” she begged shamelessly, “do it Sesshomaru.”

But before she could find satisfaction at his hands, she was wrenched out of the Meadow and slammed back into reality by the sound of a ferocious snarl.

Kagome jolted into wakefulness, yanking out her earplugs as she did so, and turned to face the cruel person who had stopped her from finally reaching her peak. She guaranteed that if they were youkai, she was going to purify them into oblivion.

Fortunately for her, the man who had stormed into her bathroom and was currently staring her down with red eyes was indeed a youkai. Unfortunately, said youkai was the object of her most recent fantasy.

“Sesshomaru!” she shrieked at the sight of the real Sesshomaru standing in the middle of her bathroom wearing a now wet business suit thanks to her splashing.

He made no move towards her, but instead remained standing before her as she sat in the tub. The inu-youkai gave her an appraising gaze that sent a shiver coursing through Kagome’s still sensitive body. With the length and intensity of his stare, Kagome felt as if he was trying to sear the very image of her onto his brain permanently. When his line of sight reached her breasts, Kagome became fully aware of her state of dress.

“Holy crap! Stop looking,” she commanded as she scrambled to hide herself from him.

Apparently that was the wrong thing to do when in the presence of a feral inu-youkai who looks as if he is about to devour something. Kagome was distinctly under the impression that she was who he was going to devour.

The moment she moved her arm across her chest to cover her breasts from his view she felt his claws dig into the arm and drag her out of the tub to pin her against the wall with his other hand at her throat. His claws tightened around her to prevent her from escaping as he bared her fangs at her in an attempt to stop her fruitless struggling. She stopped once he twisted the arm in his grasp to a painful angle behind her back and was pleased when she remained silent save for a quiet whimper.

Good: now she was submissive.

In their current position Sesshomaru felt the curves of her body pressed against him and could not withhold himself from running his hands along her form. His claws lightly scraped her hips and traced the line of bone that lay there, enjoying the intricacy of her human body. He followed the path of bone to a slight dip and then onto the mass of black curls that met at the apex of her thighs. Sesshomaru took a deep breath and noted her scent of arousal. A low rumble echoed through his chest at the discovery of her current state of attraction.

What little remained of the rational youkai fell to the power of his beast once he caught her scent.

Meanwhile, Kagome was having a difficult time with keeping a level head. She was torn at between tearing Sesshomaru a new one and letting him have his way with her. It was apparent that the youkai was aroused by the sight of her because she could feel his member press against her thigh, but the repercussions of having hot, passionate sex with this Sesshomaru were far greater and more dangerous than a simple tryst in her dreams. She needed to bring Sesshomaru back to his normal self before his beast did anything they would both regret.

‘Would you really regret it?’ She paused at the thought. This was what she wanted in a way. For so long she had been left unfulfilled at the unknowing hands of Sesshomaru and now she had him standing between her very thighs nuzzling her. No, she couldn’t do this. It would be wrong to take advantage of Sesshomaru in this state; he possessed no reasoning when his beast took control.

‘I can’t. It wouldn’t be right. Besides if he could possibly hate me any more than he already does then he would after this.’ For some reason her heart felt heavy; it pained her that she had desires for not only an unattainable man, but a man who viewed her as being insignificant. It only furthered her resolve to prevent the situation from progressing.

Unable to touch him with her arms being held behind her, Kagome had to make do with her words.

“Sesshomaru,” she softly called. “Sesshomaru, you must listen to me: you have to stop this.” When he continued to rub his face against the junction of her neck and shoulder, Kagome tried again. “You don’t want to do this Sesshomaru. I am a filthy human, remember? You don’t like humans.”

“No, I don’t like humans,” he replied with a guttural undertone, “but I like you. And you smell so delicious too.” Sesshomaru’s tongue reached out to give her a long drag across her neck. “So delicious.”

A response from him was unexpected but she was disheartened by his words.

‘Oh, well. You tried. Now stop moving and let him screw you until you’re hoarse.’

As Kagome was about to give into the temptation of Sesshomaru’s lips as they drew closer to her own, a distraction presented itself in the form of her brother.

“Kagome! Kagome!” Souta shouted from outside her bathroom. “I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. He hit me upside the head and . . .” he trailed off as he skidded past her open door and into the bathroom. Souta eyed the scene with clear distaste written across his face. “Well, I guess I didn’t have to worry about you then.”

Sesshomaru turned his head to growl at the boy. He snapped his fangs at Souta and the young man jumped back in shock at the red-eyed youkai.

He raised his hands in an appeasing motion and relented, “Okay, okay. No need to get testy with me. Trust me; you don’t have to worry about me taking her away from you.”

“Souta!” Kagome snapped. “You are not helping.”

When Sesshomaru had moved to glare at Souta, a small gap between her and the wall had emerged from his released pressure, and so Kagome was able to tug her right arm free. She reached out now with her freed hand to lightly graze Sesshomaru’s cheek and pull his head to face her once again.

“Ignore him, Sesshomaru. He’s not a threat to you,” Kagome soothed. She looked past Sesshomaru’s shoulder to address her brother. “Souta, you need to leave now.”

“Why? I thought you were giving a show.”

His nonchalant manner was grating on her nerves and Sesshomaru could sense her distress.

“Leave, boy,” he commanded in a voice that bode no room for argument. “You upset This Sesshomaru’s mate. If you continue to do so, you will lose your tongue.”

Souta’s eyes widened and he swallowed hard as he hastily backed away from the territorial inu. “Hey, man, if you want to have sex with my sister, then go right ahead and do it. I won’t stand in your way.” He sent an apologetic look towards his sister – sorry that he could do nothing to help her.

Somewhat relieved once her brother had departed, Kagome couldn’t help but still feel disconcerted by her current position in Sesshomaru’s arms.

Catching onto her mood, Sesshomaru leaned into her to reassuringly nuzzle her neck in an inu gesture. “What preoccupies your mind in such a fashion? The boy is gone. Everything is all right now.”

Kagome grabbed the tie at the base of his skull and pulled his head away from her neck by his ponytail so that his eyes were even with hers. She furrowed her eyebrows in worry as she tenderly caressed the jagged lines of his stripes on his cheek with her thumb. He leaned into her palm and purred in contentment; he could get used to this.

“Don’t you see, Sesshomaru? Nothing is all right now. You need to snap out of this. This isn’t you.” He looked confused at her words. “You are not in your right mind; your beast has taken control of you.”

He shook his head. “We are one in the same. The only difference is that I act on our desires.”

Her breath caught in her throat at his statement. It was impossible for him to have carnal feelings towards her. She was human after all: he didn’t date humans.

But his declaration placed a string of doubt in Kagome’s mind.

Was it possible that during the two years that they had known each other, he had suppressed feelings for her? If that was the case than the attraction she held for him wasn’t one-sided. Her fantasies could be made real.

However, a niggling thought made itself known. If he did indeed have feelings for her, then why was he such a jerk to her? Not once had Sesshomaru actually shown her an ounce of kindness aside from the cup of coffee he gave her on the night she quit. Well. . . he did also give her a change of clothes and offered to have her dress dry-cleaned.

No, those didn’t matter; he was still an asshole. If he really did care for her than he would be more like the Sesshomaru of her dreams and actually be affectionate with her.

She needed to stop this once and for all and bring back the human-hating, domineering, icy, inu youkai lord she knew. And she knew exactly how she was going to do it.

Kagome roughly grabbed the side of Sesshomaru’s face and crushed her lips against his pliable ones. He growled in pleasure but was thrown off by her dominate intimation. However, Sesshomaru soon took control of the kiss which gave Kagome a chance to think more about what she was going to do next rather than how amazing his lips felt.

Pulling from the power that lay in wait deep within her soul, Kagome began to call her miko powers into life. She continued to throw herself into the kiss to keep Sesshomaru unaware of her actions and continued to build her reiki until she felt that she had amassed enough purification power to bring Sesshomaru back into himself but not enough to burn him horribly.

Her lips tingled as her holy energy seeped from the kiss and onto Sesshomaru’s mouth. His lips stilled against hers but she refused to let him go until she knew that he was his normal self. She opened her eyes to see if she had succeeded but wished that she had kept them closed when she met Sesshomaru’s own amber eyes.

She hastily pulled away from him and wiped her bruised lips with the back of her hand in an attempt to erase his masculine taste and hopefully the memory of her previous fantasy. Refusing to meet his eyes, she stammered, “I-I-I see that you are back to normal now.”

He gave her a cool look that left no doubt as to who was in control now and replied, “Yes, This Sesshomaru is himself again.”

Kagome gulped, afraid that he was now going to decapitate her. “Well, that’s good.”

“Indeed.” Sesshomaru still held her in his grasp and seemed as if he had no plans of letting her go anytime soon.

A rosy blush covered Kagome’s cheeks as she become super-aware of their still compromising position and her nudity. Embarrassed wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Kagome felt in that moment.

Somewhere from within the house Kagome heard a cry. She cocked her head and made a “shushing” sound at Sesshomaru to keep him quiet so that she could try to hear the sound again. For a brief instant she thought she had imagined it, but when the distinct sound arose again, she knew for sure that it wasn’t her overactive imagination playing tricks on her.

As the crying increased and grew louder in sound, Kagome began to be able to distinguish it as being the cry of a baby.

She gave Sesshomaru a questioning look, temporarily forgetting that she was still naked and in his arms. “Did you bring a baby here?”

His features appeared condescending as he answered her question. “I did.”

Kagome waited for him to say more but he didn’t. “Okay, then. Why?”

He gave her a look that said that the answer was obvious and she was an idiot for not figuring it out. “It is the subject of This Sesshomaru’s current frustrations at the hand of his father.”

Kagome nodded her head slowly even though she didn’t understand his statement. “Okay, but that still doesn’t answer my question.”

“Hn. Clearly the presence of the child and myself in your house would be sufficient enough. But apparently I was mistaken in my line of thought.”

It was then that realization dawned on her and she couldn’t stop the smug grin that graced her face. “I get it now; you need my help, don’t you?”

Her only response was a glare.

“Fine,” she huffed, a cross expression taking over her features. “If you don’t want my help than that’s okay. But if you do, you’re going to have to ask.”

She knew he hated her in this instant and if his glower was anything to go by, then he was most likely thinking of ways to torture her, but today was already one hell of a day and she needed some form of gratification; if it mean that Sesshomaru had to use the word “please” then so be it.

“This Sesshomaru needs your assistance.” At her expecting look and raised eyebrows he added in a regretful tone, “Please.”

The word was spat out as if it burned his tongue to say it, but it was enough to make Kagome smile. “Sure. But just so you know: you owe me for this.”

He contemplated her condition but finally nodded his head knowing that her stipulation was fair. “Fine.”

“All right then,” she said cheerily. “Shall we get to it?”

As she attempted to leave the bathroom, her countenance changed from happy to humiliated. Kagome shyly met Sesshomaru’s puzzled gaze as she nervously played with a piece of her rapidly drying hair.

“Uh, Sesshomaru . . .”

“Hai, miko,” he prodded.

She gave him an abashed smile. “Do you think that you could let me down now?”


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A/N: I hope that will hold you Lemonheads over for awhile. I guarantee some more action later to come.

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