Taming Ayame

 

 

 

 

 

Ayame found herself going out of her way to find Takumi. With her excellent tracking skills she was able to find him easily, as long as she didn't get dust in her nose.

 

Ayame found herself dusting in one of the guard posts, which happened to be where Takumi was posted. "Well you really are dedicated, I've never seen this tower more clean!" Takumi commented.

 

"Well... you know. A maids gotta do what maids gotta do!"

 

"Would I be too bold to say you've come dusting this way to see me?" he questioned her.

 

Ayama fluttered her eyelashes at him, "What would you say if I said yes?"

 

He scratched his chin in thought. "I'd have to say, sit right on down and I'll tell you my life story!" He said with a cheeky grin.

 

Ayame made a face at him, waving her hand in dismissal. "I can't do that! I have extremely important work to do."

 

She began to dust the hilt of his sword with determination. Takumi watched her with curious amusement. "Thank you. I was just thinking about how dusty my sword was. How much does that say about my active job?"

 

"That your active job is not so active. I suppose no one has the balls to attack Sesshomaru's palace."

 

Realizing that she didn't say Sesshomaru's 'proper' name, she looked around for anyone who may of heard her. "Most people don't add his title when he's not around, except his most loyal servants," Takumi said when he saw what she was nervous about.

 

Ayame sighed, "Still. I don't want these sorts of things getting back to him."

 

"Are you afraid of him?" Takumi asked.

 

"No! Well," she frowned, "It's a secret."

 

"Uhh huuhh..."

 

Quickly changing the subject, Ayame asked, "So how did a Wolf-Demon like yourself become a guard in a Dog-Demon kingdom? As we both know, our race doesn't get along very well with them."

 

"Oh, yea. That does seem odd doesn't it? Well I was going through a rough time and Saturo was an old friend. We had an odd friendship but Saturo knew I needed this, so he got me a job here."

 

"Rough times?" Ayame asked.

 

Takumi shook his head. "I'd rather not go into it, if you don't mind."

 

"Oh."

 

"What about you? I bet your parents are proud of you protecting your Wolf pack."

 

Ayame shrugged. "I suppose they would be. But it's not my pack. My pack is further south-east, with The Elder. He's my grandfather."

 

"The Elder is your grandfather?! Wow. You really are a special girl, Ayame." Takumi said with amazement.

 

"Woman. Special WOMAN."

 

Takumi laughed, "I'm sorry. I meant special woman. How old are you anyway?"

 

Crossing her arms, she stated, "Twenty-one."

 

Takumi patted her head, "Still very young."

 

Glaring at him she dusted his face, "I may only be twenty-one in age, but I'm two-hundred with wisdom and intelligence!!"

 

Takumi sneezed, pushing the duster out of his face, "Alright! Alright! Apparently that's a sore subject for you!"

 

She grinned up at him, "That's right. You lose the battle."

 

Takumi shook his head, laughing. "You're a feisty little thing, aren't you?" Takumi wrapped an arm around her waist nonchalantly.

 

Ayame felt herself go instantly wet from the contact. She really wondered what had her so horny lately. Maybe it was that stupid mark.

 

Giving Takumi a coy glance, she said, "You should see me fight."

 

"I can imagine you're fearless and brutal. That a new sword I see. Sesshomaru give that to you?"

 

Why did Takumi have to mention her mate while she was in his arms? "Yes."

 

Takumi hmmed in thought, she felt his hand move lower.

 

The sound of foot steps made them jump apart. 

 

Ayame glanced around to see one of the guards coming into the tower. Waving good bye to Takumi, she ran away, dusting. 

 

On her way back to the castle, one of the maids caught her. "My Lady, Master Jaken has requested that you clean the lower bath house, I will assist you if you need. No one should have to do that alone."

 

Ayame smiled at the maid. "It's no problem. I'll prove to that imp that I can do an amazing job. On my own."

 

A flush came to her cheeks when Ayame disrespected Jaken, "As you wish, My Lady."

 

Ayame watched the maid run off. 'I wonder how odd it is for her to ask another maid to clean something, while calling her 'My Lady'. Ayame giggled to herself as she went to the kitchen to gather supplies.

 

Entering the kitchen she found her wolves. The kitchen was now they're favorite spot to be. She could tell since each of them had gained a bit of weight. Satoru had been happily using them as his food scrap bins. She'd have to ask him to stop feeding them so much.

 

She scolded them as she walked towards the cleaning closet. "Go run around, chase a cat."

 

With their heads down they left. Ayame nodded, grabbing supplies and then making her way to the bath house. Surprisingly enough, Ayame had lost a little bit of weight. This cleaning business was a work out! As opposed to killing a demon from time to time, Ayame was cleaning every day.

 

After gathering supplies, she went down the the bathhouse. She entered the bathhouse with a frown, when Ayame had taken a bath the other day, she didn't really notice that the bath house was disgustingly DIRTY!

"Ugh." She scrunched her nose and set at scrubbing. 

 

How long was Sesshomaru going to make her do this? When was he going to lock her in his room and not let her out until she slept with him? No. He wouldn't do that. He had far too much pride. He'd wait until she came to her. He'll want her to be begging for him to touch her.

 

She grinned to herself as she continued to scrub. 'Oh no sir, This Ayame has something else to occupy her time with. And his name was Takumi. Don't expect any begging from ME.'

 

Ayame looked around at the bath house, then looked back at her little section she had scrubbed. 'This is going to take FOREVER! When I see that little piece of shit... I'm going to wring his little green neck.' The door to the bath house opened and someone walked in. Ayame grumbled. 'I should have put a sign on the door,' she thought to herself.

 

She turned around, ready to tell whatever stupid person to get lost. Ayame's jaw dropped. A small squeak came out when she laid her eyes on the perfect form of the God before her.

 

Takumi stood in the doorway, only a towel wrapped around his hips. His chest was chiseled to perfection. He had those abs that she could wash her clothes on. Takumi cleared his throat, she blinked, her eyes quickly moving to his gorgeous blue ones. "I.. umm...."

 

She was at loss for words. She literally could not think past the perfection of his body. Ayame hoped she wasn't drooling. Takumi grinned, moving towards the bath, his hand on the towel around his waist. "Enjoying the show, Ayame?"

 

Ayame could have sworn she had a voice, but it refused to work for her. She stood, leaving probably would be good, right about now. She didn't need to be a perv and watch him bathe.

 

Takumi was now standing in front of the bath. He glanced over his shoulder at Ayame, the towel was slowly falling off his hips. Ayame's eyes widened to the size of saucers. And then she ran.

 

She ran down the hall, past two maids, four guards and a very angry Jaken. Ayame ran up the stairs, taking two at a time. She ended up in her room. Leaning on her closed door, she stared blankly ahead of her. Alright, so scratch the part about her being two-hundred. She was twenty-one. She wasn't a woman either. Women weren't still virgins. Women had seen naked men. Women didn't run when they were about to see a fully naked man.

 

Ayame let out and aggravated groan, sliding down the door. She was just a child. Still.

 

 

 

 

 

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Ayame sniffed, a tear trickling down her cheek. "Ugh.." She sniffed again, rubbing her eye with the back of her hand. 

 

"Hey! Don't rub your eyes! You'll make it worse!" Satoru lectured.

 

Ayame stuck her tongue out at Satoru, continuing the torture of cutting onions. She was now regretting offering to help Satoru. But she felt bad that one cook had to feed the entire palace. Sesshomaru really had to hire some helpers for Satoru, he was old and could only do so much.

 

Chuckling at Ayame, Satoru took the knife from her. "Thanks for the help, Ayame. I'll finish this up. You go get some fresh air."

 

Ayame smiled at Satoru with thanks. "Alright!"

 

She ran out the door, grateful to get some cool air in her watering eyes. She took a deep breath and sat down on the ground, rubbing her hands in the grass. She would be smelling onions for weeks. She sniffed, still feeling the effects of the onions.

 

"Ayame? Are you alright?"

 

Blinking her watery eyes, she looked up at Takumi. 'He looks worried, why was he so worried? Oh yea.'

 

"Oh, I'm fine!"

 

She sniffed again, damn those onions! "You don't look fine. Are you crying about earlier??"

 

Ayame shook her head. "No. I'm crying because of onions."

 

Takumi stared at her in surprise. Then he shoved her playfully. "And here you had me all worried!"

 

Ayame laughed. "Mmmhhmm, had you tricked, I did."

 

He sat down next to her, but kept his hands to himself. "I really do want to talk about earlier. I shouldn't of done that. I was stepping way over the line."

 

Ayame shrugged, looking away. "I shouldn't have been staring."

 

Takumi held her chin and turned her face towards him. "I'm sorry. I should of known you were a virgin. I just figured since you were mated..."

 

"It's no big deal... really. I was just surprised. That's all."

 

He caressed her cheek with his thumb. "I'm still sorry."

 

She smiled at him. "Ahh, there's a smile," he grinned, "Tell you what. How about you and I have a drink of sake in the kitchen. I know Satoru has some."

 

"Alright!"

 

Takumi helped her up and they headed towards the kitchen. Ayame had never had sake before! She was pretty excited!

 

Apparently Satoru had started without them. He sat at the table, pouring himself a cup of sake. He looked up to see them standing there and sighed. "I suppose I have to share now."

 

They both nodded. "Fine, fine. Get yourself some cups. Takumi, you know where they are."

 

Grinning, Takumi got out two cups and sat at the table. 'Apparently this happens often,' Ayame thought as she sat down with them.

 

Takumi placed a small cup before her, then drank deeply from his own. Ayame stared down at clear liquid. Shrugging she took a deep drink, and almost spat it back out. "Ugh!" She exclaimed loudly.

 

Takumi laughed, patting her on the back as she made a terrible face at him. "Slow down there, Ms. Two-Hundred. How about you try sipping it?"

 

Satoru poured her some more and she stared at it like it was the Devil's piss. 'Why do people drink this crap?'

She sighed, taking another sip. It still tasted terrible. But at least it wasn't as strong. "So, Satoru, how did you come to be a cook here?" She asked, making casual conversation.

 

Saturo laughed. "Oh I've been here forever! Since Lord Sesshomaru's father was just a baby."

 

Ayame had no idea how old Sesshomaru was, or in fact how old his father was, but Ayame figured that was a long ass time to be a cook.

 

"I hope you got a pay raise," she said simply.

 

Ayame took another sip of her sake. It was beginning to taste a little bit better. Satoru finished his sake and stood. "I'm off to bed, don't drink all my sake!"

 

They both wished him a good night. And then there was two. Takumi poured her another glass. She hadn't even noticed that she'd finished her second.

 

She giggled, "Trying to get me d-drunk?"

 

Takumi laughed at her. "I think you're already almost there. I suppose you don't drink often?"

 

"Nopppe! My first drink evar! Wheenn you're a wolffe and yo-oo-ou are always OoUtsidE!" She paused, trying to remember what she was talking about.

 

"Outside... and... YES! Yooou d-don't get to drink.. mmmcuhss."

 

Takumi held his stomach laughing, "Wow Ayame! You should have told me before you drank all of that."

 

She giggled, taking a good swig of her sake. Takumi shook his head, taking the cup away from her, "No more for you, missy."

 

Ayame pouted at him, trying to get the cup back. "But it just started to taste good!!"

 

Takumi held it out of her reach. "Takuuumi! Come oN! Give it baAack!" Ayame whined.

 

She began to climb over him, trying to get the cup. Takumi's arms were only so long, and with a very drunk female climbing all over him, he was having a hard time keeping it away from her. Ayame finally grabbed the small cup from him. "HurrAaaY!" She cheered, hugging the cup to her cheek.

 

Takumi laughed awkwardly. She smiled down at him, then realized an important fact. Ayame was straddling Takumi's lap. "Oh..."

 

"Oh is right," Takumi replied.

 

Ayame experimentally rolled her hips into Takumi's lap. He groaned in response, holding her hips. "Ayame..." He said, his tone warning her.

 

"What?" She said giggling. "You don't liKe this?"

 

She rolled her hips again. Ayame began to feel something hard underneath her. Takumi tightened his grip on her hips in attempt to make her stop. "Ayame... if you continue that. I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop myself..."

 

"wHat if I don't wAant you toOo stop yourselEf?" Ayame leaned forward and kissed Takumi.

 

And then a maid walked in.