Tohoku Vacation

Tohoku Vacation

Chapter Eight

…

One month later…

“Kagome! Get your butt in my office!”

“Say please first!”

“Please?!”

“Very good.” She smiled cheekily, appearing in the doorway of his office.

Ban rolled his eyes, letting out a breath riddled with pent up aggravation.

“What’s the problem Ban?” Kagome’s sapphire eyes softened when she stopped in front of his pacing form. She could practically feel the frustration oozing off of her boss and she wondered what had his boxers in a twist.

“Wait, don’t tell me. You need to get laid? Sexual release is the best release of them all you know.” She teased, getting the effect she wanted when he let out a small laugh and shook his head.

“Don’t worry Kags, I’ve got plenty of offers.”

“Just not enough time to take them up. I can’t say this enough Ban, but ummm…TAKE A VACATION! Believe me, they’re really good for your health.”

“I can’t Kagome. I’ve got priorities and duties.”

“Excuses. You know that Jak and I are perfectly capable of running this company for a few weeks.”

He threw a knowing glance at her. What would he ever do without his spitfire of an assistant? When she had returned from her vacation, he had hugged the life out of her, to the point where she had to literally peel him off, but she was just so sorely missed. His desk had become a horrendous mess and his eyes were red from lack of sleep. Suffice to say, the two weeks she had been gone, everything went wrong. He found that he needed her cheeriness, her easy going and loving manner that always calmed him and made him smile, momentarily forgetting that he was the owner of a multi-billion corporation.

“Anyway Kagome, I find myself in a rather pressing situation.”

She placed the manila folders she was holding on his desk and looked at him suspiciously. “Pressing situation?” And then her eyes bugged out. “Dear Kami, you didn’t do anything illegal did you!?”

“Wha—nooo! It’s just that you’re my last resort Kagome.” Ban looked at her pleadingly.

She didn’t know whether to be insulted or honored. “And this is for?”

“A close friend. It’s his birthday tomorrow and I got stuck throwing him a bash and by the looks of things, everything is going to hell in a hand basket.”

He looked downright dismal and completely worried that her heart went out to her boss. Damn. Sometimes she was just too nice. And damn his puppy eyed look. It seemed that he had also perfected it.

Seeing his personal assistant about to cave, but not quite there yet, he stepped up to her and took her hand. “Please Kagome?” Still seeing her hesitancy, he went in for the kill. “Another two weeks vacation with a hefty bonus added to your next paycheck?”

“Done.” The two weeks vacation had done it for her. Besides, this last resort thing couldn’t be that bad right?

“You’re a lifesaver Kags. Here.” Ban shoved a bag into her hands, intent on getting her out of his office as soon as possible.

But Kagome was having none of that. She noticed her boss’ suddenly rushed and somewhat nervous aura. Her expression turned suspicious again. “Ban?”

“I know you’ve got a lot of work to do and I do too.”

“Ban.”

“So off you go now.”

“Bankotsu!”

He cringed noticeably. Damn. He was caught like a deer in headlights.

Kagome tore into the bag and what she found almost had her throttling her boss into the afterlife. “You’ve got to be kidding me!?”

She pulled out a black corset looking thing, a pair of black lacy panties that looked like those cute little boy shorts she loved to wear, only way sexier and a little black mask, complete with sparkly studs, that would cover the top half of her face. She looked at Ban, murderous intent clear in her blazing blue eyes.

He squeaked a manly squeak. “Ummm…surprise? You’re the new supposed stripper that’s giving him a lap dance.”

If there was ever a moment when Ban saw his life flash before his eyes, he would, hands down, say it was just a moment ago. Kagome’s eyes had flashed their fury and she had pounced on him, hands wrapping around his throat, intent on throttling him to death.

“You baka! You tricked me!” She straddled his waist, anger consuming her.

Ban wheezed out his reply. “Hey, you agreed before you asked for the details so technically it’s your fault!”

Her fingers tightened even further around his throat and he noticed she had the brand new lacy underwear in her grasp and wait, was she going to shove it down his throat?! Death by lacy underwear. What a wonderful way to die. Not!

In any other circumstances this would have been a complete turn on. Kagome was a beautiful woman after all and he was a male demon with male thoughts and hormones, but damn was she scary as hell right now.

“Kagome…can’t…breathe.”

“What was that Ban? You want to apologize and find another woman to give your friends a show?” She brought the panty closer and closer to his mouth, an evil smile curving her lips.

Just then, the door swung open and Jak stood there, eyebrow raised and amusement dancing on his features. “Ahem, am I interrupting something?”

Kagome huffed. Ban reached out a hand for help. She smacked it away and releasing a frustrated breath, stood up, affording the now purplish looking demon a wonderful view underneath that tight black business skirt that hugged all her curves. Great. He had suddenly turned into a hentai too. But then again, having your air supply cut off for a couple minutes couldn’t be good for rational thinking.

She straitened out her clothes and glared at her boss again and then at Jak for interrupting. Okay, so she did feel kinda guilty, just a smidgen, for almost killing him, but he had asked for it.

Sighing, she rolled her eyes. She was too nice indeed. “Fine. I’ll do it. I’ll dance around half naked for your friends, but you owe me a huge one Ban and I get to collect whenever I want.”

He nodded enthusiastically, rubbing the soreness of his neck and thanking Kami he had survived her wrath. Once she left, he let out a relieved sigh, still lying on his carpeted office floor.

“Tell me you didn’t con her into doing the lap dance?” Jak asked, standing over his brother.

“I sure did.” He grinned.

“And why the hell would you do that?”

“Because it’s Taisho’s birthday and Kagome’s the hottest woman I know. Knowing the prick for as long as I have, he’d slice and dice me if I got some dirty stripper on call. Plus, it’s a surprise anyway. The inu has no idea. Sophisticated get together my ass. It’s gonna be a night he’ll never forget.”

Oh, Jak knew it was going to be a wild night, but with a sexy spitfire like Kagome doing the lap dance, he wasn’t so sure how wild. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”

“She’s my assistant and I love her to death so don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to her.” Ban said confidently. He couldn’t keep in his snicker though. If his assumption was right, and boy did it feel right, this birthday bash was going to be one hell of a night to remember. Taisho wouldn’t know what hit him.

…

“What the hell did I get myself into?” She asked out loud to no one in particular. She was currently sprawled across her bed, mulling over her most recent predicament. She groaned, whether it was from nervousness or the desire to hurt her boss some more, she couldn’t tell. That little asswipe had completely conned her into saying yes. He knew vacations were a weak point for her and he deliberately used that to his advantage.

“Ugh! This isn’t fair!” And then that annoying little voice in her head supplied, ‘And when is it ever?’

She hugged a pillow to her chest and took deep calming breaths. Ever since she had returned from Tohoku, she had found herself suffering from a serious case of sex withdrawal. The first week had been the hardest. Images of both she and Sesshoumaru, sweating and panting, had haunted her mind and made her horny all the time. The second week was a little bit easier and then the third week passed and then the fourth and she was practically back to normal, minus the dull ache in her chest and this feeling of emptiness that lingered, but with more time and less thinking, she was sure even that would fade.

Sesshoumaru was just a two-week fling. Nothing more. Nothing less. Sure, he had a great ass, a great package, a great body to go with that ass and package, beautiful hair, intense eyes that made her weak in the knees, a voice that turned her into mush, a seemingly icy exterior but when one observed closely, he was passionate, deep, demanding and—‘Stop right there Kags! You are obsessing.’

‘I am not obsessing.’

‘No, you are pathetic.’

‘Shut up…okay, so maybe I am, but you try forgetting about him. He isn’t exactly forget me material you know.’

‘Whatever. He was just a fling anyway.’

‘Yeah…’

‘Then you better give this no name person the best lap dance he’s ever had.’

‘At this point, I’m hoping I was a stripper in my past life.’

‘You didn’t go to all those nightclubs with Sango for nothing. I know you can whip up a sexy little routine that’ll have all those big boys swooning and throbbing.’

‘I hope.’

‘Nuh uh. You will.’

And she could damn it! And she really needed to stop these internal dialogues with herself. It couldn’t be healthy. But Kami-sama, she was getting that fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach just thinking about it. Well, on the bright side, Ban owed her big time topped with two weeks vacation and a hefty bonus. So what was a lap dance compared to that!?

And if Birthday Boy was gorgeous, she might even throw in a few extra little things. She didn’t know what kind of extra little things yet, but that was the thrilling beauty of it all she guessed. Spontaneity and finding herself in very precarious, if not provocative situations weren’t new to her. On the contrary, these were some of the things that made her life so fulfilling and so worthwhile. It was life after all. She might as well live it.

But if any of this got back to her mother, Kami forbid, Ban would be the first on her list to maim and torture.

…

Damn.

As loathe as he was to admit it, as much as it irritated him to acknowledge it, Sesshoumaru missed her. To feel her smooth skin, her touch, to see her beautiful smiles and hear her annoyingly soothing voice, he ached for it all again.

Within a two-week period, she had bewitched him, mind, body, and soul. She still occupied his thoughts, even though a month had passed, refusing to leave him alone. And the dreams. Dear Kami, the dreams always left him sweaty and painfully hard. It had been quite shocking to discover that when he tried rutting with other females, none could satisfy his appetite, his desire that was caused by a certain pair of sparkling blue eyes and the sweet sound of playful banter.

His little sexual minx, without knowing it, was torturing his body and the worse thing about it was that she wasn’t even here to relieve it. He was almost on the brink of contacting Ban and demanding he hand over his personal assistant so that he might ravish her over and over again. But of course, being the composed and stoic demon that he was, he would do no such thing.

Two weeks and she had really messed him up. He wondered what she was doing now, who she was most likely seeing now and then quite unexpectedly, his hand curled into a fist, the tips of his claws pressing into his palm.

Mine.

The ringing of the phone brought him out of his momentary possessiveness. Rubbing his temples, he picked it up.

“What?”

“No hello? No good afternoon? No this better be worth my time imbecile? Something must really be bothering you.”

He growled warningly into the phone. “Get on with it Bankotsu.”

“Well, since it is your birthday tomorrow, I thought I might take you out for a little bit of fun.”

“Your definition of fun is hardly ever ‘fun’.”

“You wound me Sesshoumaru. You’re telling me you didn’t enjoy that demoness rubbing chocolate and whip cream all over her body last year?”

The dog demon felt the stirrings of a massive headache. “You do remember that she slipped in that disgustingly sweet concoction of hers and knocked herself out right? So no Ban, I did not enjoy it.”

He broke into a raucous laughter. “I forgot about that. Anyway, just be ready by eight tomorrow night. I promise you Taisho, you’ll enjoy this.”

The other line went dead before he could protest and Sesshoumaru had the strong urge to melt his friend’s face off. He leaned into his chair and let a frustrated sigh fall from his lips. He had a strange anticipatory feeling about this. Just what was he up to?

…

…8:32pm…

Ban led Sesshoumaru into the VIP lounge he had specifically reserved at the high-end nightclub, Lotus. It was a circular room with large windows that overlooked the actual dance floor. With its deep red walls and black satiny furniture, it was perfect. A personal bar, cradling nothing but the best alcohol, sat next to the windows and Ayame, the bartender was already serving up drinks to those who were there.

“Happy Birthday Sesshoumaru!” Jak greeted, coming up to the duo.

“Hn.”

Suffice to say, Sesshoumaru really had no desire to be here. It was all for appearance’s sake. Perhaps in an hour, when everyone was stupidly drunk, he’d make his escape to the comforts of his home. His empty and cold home that seemed to have no life or warmth whatsoever. It appeared that he lost either way.

Women in nothing but skimpy lingerie walked around the lounge, round trays with drinks balanced on their palms. Many of the people there, both demon and human, chatted happily, mingling, ogling, shouting out ‘happy birthdays’ and ‘enjoy the night’ to Sesshoumaru as he too mingled and drank.

…

“Where are you Kags?” Ban fidgeted nervously outside of the lounge, glancing every 2.3 seconds at his watch.

“Right behind you baka.” Kagome tapped him on the shoulder.

He spun around and sucked in a breath. “Damn Kagome.”

Her midnight strands tumbled around her shoulders in wavy curls. Sapphire eyes smoked in a seductive charcoal and sensuous lips dabbed in a nude lip gloss just screamed ‘come hither and taste me now’. A black knee length coat wrapped around her body, covering the scandalous outfit or lackthereof from everyone’s eyes. That is until she peeled it off and everyone got a good look at her goods. Kami-sama, she hoped she could do this without dying from embarrassment.

She smiled sheepishly, blushed a little, then smacked him on the shoulder for ogling. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”

“Not for another hour Kagome.”

“What?” She scowled, whacking him on the shoulder again.

Ban threw her a smile, unaffected by her rather violent behavior. “Kami, I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

She raised a brow and shook her head, seeing the righteous glory on her boss’s face.

“Just mingle for now and Kagome?”

“Yeah?”

Ban scratched the back of his head, gratitude written on his features. “Thanks for doing this for me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She smiled. “Yeah…well, you owe me big for prancing around half naked.”

“Oh don’t worry Kagome, seeing you in barely anything at all will be more than worth it.”

Her face heated up as she blushed. “Baka. Enjoy it while you can.”

“I will my dear personal assistant. I will.”

She huffed haughtily and rubbed her temples. Mentally prepping herself, Kagome followed him into the darkened room, lit only by a few flashing strobe lights and the white light emitting from behind the bar, bouncing light off of the glass shelves that housed the many brands of alcohol.

Kagome headed strait for the bar, keeping her head down and a low profile. She really just wanted to get this whole thing over with and then get the hell out of here. Being around this many demons was making her slightly nervous.

“What can I get you?”

“Something strong.”

Ayame laughed and cocked her head to the side, taking in the woman’s features. She was definitely pretty for a human and she didn’t smell like most of them here either. She actually smelled nice. She whipped out a small glass and poured a shot of tequila for her, adding a slice of lime on the side.

“Here.”

Kagome turned grateful eyes on her and without a second thought, downed the hard liquor and bit into the citrus fruit in under five seconds. Good, maybe this would loosen her up a little.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking, what are you doing here?”

“I’m the surprise entertainment.”

…

The smell of alcohol, sweat, and cigarette smoke filled his senses. So, when a most delicious scent of crisp freesia tore through the haze, he disregarded it as his imagination. He didn’t know how many shots and drinks he had had. It seemed like every minute someone was coming up to him and demanding he drink with them in honor of his birthday. It was absurd and annoying, but he had indulged them simply because he could hold his liquor and they couldn’t.

Sesshoumaru walked through the crowd in the lounge and arrived at the bar. And again, that scent caressed him like a long lost lover. It was a scent he had committed to memory and one that haunted him at night. Kami, now he was even imagining her. Maybe the alcohol was affecting more than he thought.

However, before he could even take a seat, two women had latched themselves onto his arms and were pulling him towards the center of the room.

“Come Sesshoumaru-sama, you’re present awaits you.” They said together and once they had managed to seat the great dog demon in the black chair, their bodies sashayed away.

His deep amber eyes scanned the crowd, looking for the demon he was going to slice to shreds for even daring to try what he knew was going to happen. Ban was as good as dead by the end of the night. The last thing he needed was some stripper rubbing herself all over him. But before Sesshoumaru could rip off his friend’s arm , the lights went out, save for one illuminating said stripper.

Damn. It looked like he would have to sit through this.

A sensual beat began to play and she slowly and seductively started to undo the tie and peel away her coat. The room erupted in whistles and catcalls when it fell to the ground. Her half mask was on, the studs sparkling and hiding who she was as her wavy curls fell around her shoulders. The black corset pushed up her breasts and hugged her curves and her lacy boy shorties as she liked to call them left little to the imagination. The stilettos she wore made her legs seem endless and butt look great. All in all, as Sango had said after helping her, she made one sexy as hell lap dancer.

She couldn’t see his face though, only the outline of his body and by the looks of it, it was a nice body too. ‘Okay Kags, it’s now or never. Let the lap dance begin…holy shit, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this!’

Her hips slowly started to move to the beat, twisting in seductive motions as she ran a finger down her lips, chin and chest. Sapphire eyes smoldering under the heated stares of those present, Kagome felt a shiver of thrill speed up her spine. Either that or the tequila was working its magic. She sauntered up to the man, no demon, sitting in the chair and circled him, fingers barely fluttering across his form. She didn’t know what possessed her to do it, but when she stood behind him, she bent down and trailed her tongue up the side of his face, earning more whistles and hoots. She wiggled her little bottom and winked at those behind her. Hands trailing around his neck, Kagome threw a leg over his thighs and slowly lowered her body until she straddled him.

Hands gripping the back of the chair and she gave a teasing roll of her hips. Kagome lifted her eyes so she could look at this very very lucky birthday boy and almost fell off his lap in shock had it not been for his tight grip on her thighs, keeping her in place.

‘Oh shit…’

Now normally, Sesshoumaru would have tuned out the stripper and the foul smell she emitted and would then recede into the dark recesses of his mind in meditation, in controlling his desire to run his acid claws through her chest and rip out her heart for daring to even touch his person. However, such was not the case today.

On the contrary, once she had peeled away the form fitting coat and revealed a body very much similar to a certain woman he had the pleasure of meeting and ravishing a month ago, his golden eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from her gently swaying body. He had gone so hard so fast that it had momentarily stunned him. Only one woman had the ability to do that and unfortunately, she was not present at the moment.

Or was she? His eyes scrutinized the female that was coming ever closer and her scent assaulted his senses. He took a long inhalation when she circled him and almost growled. His little sexual minx was here alright, and currently giving him and others quite a show. His fists clenched in restraint when her little tongue stroked his face. Kami he had missed her. He surmised that she had no idea that it was him she was currently straddling and pressing herself against.

Oh, was she in for a surprise. A devilish smirk curved his lips at the notion, anticipating her reaction when she discovered just who exactly the birthday boy was…which would be right about…now.

Kagome would’ve bolted out the lounge had it not been for a certain spark of challenge in those amber irises and that stupid stupid smirk that she had missed. So birthday boy was Sesshoumaru Taisho, the dog demon that she had grown quite fond of during her vacation.

Dear Kami, the fates must be laughing at their impromptu reunion.

She almost groaned, but the sudden whistles and calls of ‘More, more, more!’ had her meeting Taisho’s heated gaze again. He probably thought that she wouldn’t go through with this after finding out who he was, but he was in for a shocker, and just a little bit more eye candy.

A mischievous spark glinted in her blue eyes, one that did not go unnoticed by Sesshoumaru. He raised a silvery eyebrow and watched as a naughty grin crossed her lips.

Kagome leaned in closer, purposely rolling her hips again and whispered into his ear. “No touching Taisho. Only watching.”

His grip loosened, reluctant to let the feel of her silky smooth skin fade from his grasp. Her arms traveled down his, igniting the fires of want, and peeled his hands away. Determined to meet his unspoken challenge, Kagome once again stood up, agonizingly slow and up close so he got a good look at her breasts (not that he hadn’t seen them before). She almost giggled at the small growl he released, but kept a strait face.

The music slowed, becoming a seductive beat and Kagome bent down, using her hands to spread his thighs, fingers brushing dangerously close to his hardened length pulsing beneath his black slacks. She smirked and straitened, turning around so that her derriere was looming within inches of his face. Sesshoumaru had the urge to bite it. She played a dangerous game.

Kagome once again lowered herself between his legs and grinded into him, rotating her hips and arching her body back. A thin arm wrapped around his neck and fingers threaded through his silvery locks. She could feel his erection and Kami it was making her wet. She spread her own legs, giving her onlookers a peek at what they couldn’t have and they nearly drooled, only to go completely insane in their rowdy behavior when she took Sesshoumaru’s hand and pressed it to her hot core hidden by lacy fabric. She let him skim her inner thighs and guided his hand up her corset covered upper body. Kagome then drew his fingers up to her lips and licked them.

But she wasn’t finished yet. To take things even further and no doubt loosen the tight holds of Sesshoumaru’s control, she covered his index finger with her hot little mouth, mindful of his sharp claw. Kagome swirled her tongue around the digit, blunt teeth gently dragging along his skin, mouth moving up and down and all around, giving him and the other males in the room ideas of other things they wouldn’t mind her mouth wrapping around and sucking.

Jak wiped the accumulating sweat off his brother’s forehead with a napkin, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “Didn’t think she would go that far huh?”

Ban’s throat was very parched, eyes glued to his personal assistant’s erotic display, but he managed a husky whisper. “That lucky son of a bitch.”

Sesshoumaru’s breathing had become a little more ragged with each passing moment. The heady scent of her arousal filled his senses, making the beast rattle against its cage. A month without her was taking its toll and to have her flaunt herself in front of him so deliciously and sucking his finger like it was some cherry red popsicle was wearing down his impeccable control. It didn’t help that others were eyeing and drooling over what was his either. No, it only served to break his calm and without second thought, he unleashed a sufficient amount of his youki into the crowd, telling them all to get the hell out before they ended up losing a particularly important part of their anatomy. Sesshoumaru wasn’t one to share.

Kagome felt the hairs on her skin stand on end and she bolted upright, releasing his hand. Turning to look at Sesshoumaru, she questioned him with a look, but he only stood, pressing her closer to his body with the motion. She glanced at the now silent crowd and watched them all suddenly lose their color and run for the door.

“What the-” She snapped her mouth shut when Ban appeared in front of them.

“Sesshoumaru, let her go!”

The dog demon snorted. “Kagome and I have some unfinished business to attend to.” He narrowed his eyes when Ban still didn’t move.

“I will not hesitate to strike you down.”

Bankotsu took on a defensive stance. “I got Kagome into this and I’m sure as hell not leaving her with you!”

Sesshoumaru’s expert hands cupping her left breast wasn’t helping matters Kagome absently thought. Regaining her senses, she tried to amend the situation. “Umm…it’s okay Ban. You see…well…umm…could you just run along and leave us alone for oh say, the rest of the night?”

He sputtered, eyes widening. “What?!”

Jak appeared out of nowhere, knowing sexual tension when it all but cackled in the air. He winked at Kagome, letting a perverted grin split his face. So this was what, or rather who, she was doing during her vacation. He was most pleased with her fine choice of male specimen.

“Come brother. They’re about to have hot passionate sex. Let’s not disturb them.” He laughed and promptly dragged a struggling and yelling Ban out the door, shutting it behind them.

Kagome pushed herself away from Sesshoumaru once they were alone. Ripping off the mask, she narrowed her eyes at him, unconsciously backing up when she saw his predatory look. But that didn’t stop her from shouting.

“And you!” She pointed a dainty little finger at him.

“Me? And pray tell Kagome, what did I have to do with any of this?”

“Not this! You,” She then proceeded to tap her temple. “haven’t given me a moment’s rest ever since I got back from Tohoku! Damn it, I even dream of you! Do you have any idea how much you’ve affected me Taisho?” She ran a hand through her hair, heaving a sigh. “And lo and behold, you end up being the birthday boy.”

So, she dreamt about him? A smug smirk appeared on his lips. He stalked forward, feeling his erection straining against its confines, waiting to be released and plunged into her white-hot depths.

“Now, I’d appreciate it if you would remove yourself from my mind by—”

Kagome was silenced by Sesshoumaru’s lips crashing down on her own, by his tongue plundering her mouth as if he was lost in the desert and she, his only source of water. Ending their entanglement, he spun her around and she was now pinned against the red circular wall, Sesshoumaru’s right arm leaning beside her head. He took a long inhalation of her scent, nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe.

“And do you think that you did not plague my dreams as well?” He whispered huskily. His deadly claws tore through the intricate bindings of the corset she wore, paying it no mind when it fell to the ground. He pressed into her further, effectively smothering her against the wall and allowing her no movement.

Kagome tried to look at him, wanted desperately to see his face because she had, despite her pathetic attempts of denial, missed him terribly.

“Do you know how many nights I woke up, drenched in sweat and achingly hard? The many nights that I was left unfulfilled, knowing that no other woman would do but you Kagome?”

His hand slipped beneath her lacy underwear and stroked her. She shuddered, leaning into his touch.

“Good, at least I wasn’t the only one.” She managed to bite out before he plunged two fingers into her wet passage. She arched her body back, a sultry moan escaping her lips.

Sesshoumaru pulled his fingers away, needing to taste her essence and affirm that this wasn’t another one of his vivid dreams. Her taste exploded on his tongue and he released a satisfied growl.

“Damn Sesshoumaru, do you need a second invitation?” She was aching so bad right now, the need to have him inside of her driving her into impatience and grinding her ass into his hardened length. Dear Kami, she had turned into a sex-depraved animal!

He chuckled darkly and slapped her firm round bottom. He palmed a breast as he released his throbbing member. Using his knee to spread her legs apart, he teased her wet core with the tip of his cock.

“You are mine Kagome. Only I can touch you like this, only I can see you like this.” He began to push into her tight heat.

“Yeah, well, you kind of ruined it for me anyway cause apparently…oohhhh…I can’t get off without you.” She bit her bottom lip, teeth digging into the tender flesh when he fully thrust inside her from behind.

And it felt just absolutely heavenly.

Sesshoumaru began to thrust into her, a month’s worth of pent up sexual frustration bubbling to the surface and he entered her harder, swifter, and faster, reveling in her moans of rapture and the wonderful feeling of his little minx who looked positively sinful in nothing at all.

Grunts and moans circled the room. Kagome’s knees got weak and a light sheen of sweat coated her body as Sesshoumaru ruthlessly pounded into her hot sheathe, driving them both to the brink of completion and insanity. The lounge suddenly started spinning and she felt her world tip and dive into oblivion. She called out his name hoarsely, voice filled with a raw passion that only he could incite. Her sweet nectar trailed down the inside of her thighs and she shuddered in the aftermath.

But Sesshoumaru wasn’t done. He was still throbbing inside of her, still stroking her precious nub that was hypersensitive and tingling. Pulling out of her, he carried her over to the black loveseat and placed her down, climbing on top of her.

Kissing her, kissing him, consuming each other he plunged back into her depths. He’d never be able to get enough of her and she’d never be able to get enough of him either. Somehow, they just felt so right together. Bodies molding, melting under the other’s touch, thrusting, hips rocking and fingers leaving hot paths along slick and moist skin, it all felt so right.

Maybe it was destined they meet at Tohoku or perhaps it was just coincidence, but they were both damn happy they went.

One more powerful thrust later, Sesshoumaru and Kagome lost themselves in each other, spiraling down into nothing and everything all at once, coupled with harsh pants and sounds of bliss.

Regaining their breath, Sesshoumaru turned them around so that she was lying on top and hugged Kagome to his chest, arms wrapped around her shoulders and the tips of his claws fluttering across her skin as she tried to draw in as much air as she could into her deprived lungs. Sesshoumaru nuzzled her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her and their passionate joining.

His hold tightened around her body. “I forbid you to flaunt your scantily clad self in front of other males again. Though the notion they envy what I have is greatly satisfying, I will not have them looking at what is mine.”

“You know, it’s not like I give lap dances just for the hell of it.”

“And what made you consider this?”

“Two weeks vacation, a great looking bonus and a debt to be collected.” Kagome grinned, looking into his golden irises. “But if I had known it was you, I probably would’ve done it for free…maybe.”

He laughed softly, the sound rumbling in his chest and echoing through her body. Kagome found that she enjoyed it very much.

“I’m glad we met in Tohoku Sesshoumaru.”

He brushed the side of her face lovingly with the back of his hand and kissed her, oh so tender and sweet. She smiled against his lips, knowing that it was his way of telling her the same and she was perfectly fine with it.

But, as Sesshoumaru hardened again inside her heated warmth when she nipped his lips playfully, they just couldn’t seem to get enough of each other. And she’d be lucky, very very lucky, if she was able to walk let alone stand tomorrow, but that was okay too. They did have a month, two days, and twenty-two hours to make up for after all.


…fin…


A/N: And fini! My baby is all grown up! ::tear:: I just wanna thank, from the bottom of my smut filled heart, all my wonderful readers who stuck with me, all those who made me laugh with hilarious reviews, and those who encouraged me with supportive words. You guys totally float my boat! ^___~

Until next time!

-hasu86