Taming Ayame

 

 

The next day, Ayame felt like a giant piece of crap. She was NOT in a good mood when Jaken came knocking at her door. 

 

"WHAT?!?" Ayame yelled when she answered the door.

 

Jaken jumped back in surprise. Regaining himself, he announced, "Lord Sesshomaru want to see you in his office right this moment!"

 

Jaken stared up at her with an extremely stern look. Ayame stared right back at you. "I think you might want to address me a LITTLE bit kinder."

 

Jaken laughed. 

 

"You won't be laughing when I gut you alive."

 

Jaken choked on his laughter. "Um. Yes My Lady! Sorry, My Lady! Lord Sesshomaru wishes to see you in his office, Lady Ayame."

 

She glared down at the imp, "Much. Better."

 

She walked around him and stalked down the hall, leaving behind a very sweaty and nervous Jaken.

 

Ayame was sure this office visit was going to involve Sesshomaru asking what the fuck she was thinking. And why the hell she was being a huge slut. 'I swear. If that stupid maid put either me or Takumi in danger because she decided to tattle on them... Ooooooo! I'm going to gouge out her eyes, fry them up and feed them to my wolves. Or better yet, I'll cut out that tattling tongue of her. My wolves LOVE tongue soup,' Ayame pondered.

 

She laughed evilly to herself as she knocked on Sesshomaru's office door. "Yes."

 

'Wonder when I can just start strolling in.' Ayame wondered as she opened the door. She yawned widely, standing in front of Sesshomaru's desk.

 

Sesshomaru raised an eyebrow. "Tired, Ayame?"

 

"Yes. In fact I had a late night. Can we make this quick? As much as I love our meetings..."

 

Sesshomaru smirked. "Well then, you'll enjoy the news I'm about to share."

 

"Hmm?" 

 

"I'm promoting you."

 

Ayame's jaw dropped. "Huh?"

 

Sesshomaru nodded, "You're my new Palace Keeper."

 

This wasn't what Ayame was expecting at all. 'I guess that maid gets to keep her tongue...' 

 

"We will have a meeting every morning to discuss palace going-on's. Your job is to manage the maids, the kitchen staff and any other going-on's in the Palace." Sesshomaru explained.

 

Looking extremely pleased with himself, he continued. "Our first meeting will be tomorrow. Since you're in such a hurry."

 

Lacking in any witty comments, Ayame glared at him and left. 'Palace Keeper? Who did he think she was?? A HOUSE wife?'

 

"Ugh!!"

 

She stormed down to the kitchen to tell Satoru. 

 

Ayame wasn't surprised when she found her wolves chowing down on some steak. She sighed at them, she'd have to start sending them out on daily runs. "Ayame! There you are! I made you breakfast!" Satoru cam around the corner, holding a plate full of steaming food.

 

She took it happily, she was extremely hungry! Satoru chuckled. "Figured you would be hungry. Hope you didn't have too much sake." He winked.

 

Ayame rolled her eyes. "Let's just say I won't be drinking sake again any time soon. Too much trouble came out of it."

 

Satoru nodded, "I heard about that."

 

"Heard about what?"

 

"You and Takumi, of course. Everyone is talking about it. You're not giving Lord Sesshomaru a good name, let me tell you that."

 

He rubbed a hand over his forhead, taking a seat opposite from Ayame. "What do you mean by that?" She asked, stuffing her face.

 

"The fact that he can't keep YOU under control is making people question him."

 

Ayame frowned. "If this is all over the palace, why doesn't Sesshomaru know?"

 

"He does. He just doesn't stoop to rumors."

 

"Oh... well.. he made me his Palace Keeper..."

 

"Really?" Satoru chuckled, "Now you can get me those helpers you were talking about."

 

"I suppose I could," she smiled.

 

Satoru put his hand over Ayame's in a kind, fatherly motion, "Ayame."

 

"Hmmff?", Ayame responded, her mouth full.

 

"You need to stop this affair with Takumi. If Lord Sesshomaru catches you two, he will kill Takumi. You're Lord Sesshomaru's mate, you belong to HIM, you need to accept that."

 

Ayame glared at him, pulling her hand away. She was sick of people telling her that she 'belonged' to Sesshomaru. She belonged to herself. No one else.

 

"Ayame! You're going to get Takumi KILLED! Do you want that?"

 

She crossed her arms, glaring at the table, "No."

 

"I understand that you're newly mated and you're... in heat... but that passion is meant for Lord Sesshomaru. Not Takumi." Satoru explained.

 

Ayame knew he was right. But she wanted Takumi, not Sesshomaru. "Alright. I'll end it. I don't want anyone killed..."

 

Satoru nodded. "Good."

 

Ayame finished her breakfast. Today was just not a good day.

 

 

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Ayame was enjoying her last day as maid, dusting things. She was going to miss the dusting, she'd grown attached to the feather duster. She was dusting a frame of a painting when someone called her name. Glancing over the ledge she saw Takumi standing there. 'Crap' she thought.

 

"Ummm... Hello! Takumi... I have.. to go." She hurried off down the hall. "Important things to dust!"

 

Ayame took at least 4 turns and went up another pair of stairs and found an excellent statue to dust. Sighing to herself she thought, 'I can't keep running from him. I'm going to have to face him.'

 

Her heart whined at her, 'But I don't want to let him go!'

 

'Neither do I!' said her the rest of her body.

 

Great. Now she was going insane with a talking body.

 

Ayame wandered down the hall to the next statue, 'Wow. These statues get really dusty!' She thought, trying to keep her mind off the Takumi subject.

 

"Ayame."

 

She jumped around and opened her mouth to scream in fright, but a hand covered her mouth and backed her into a corner. It was Takumi. Of course.

 

He took his hand away from her mouth, but kept his had around her waist. "Sorry. Didn't want anyone running to find you."

 

"Takumi..."

 

"Ayame, why are you running away from me?"

 

She cleared her throat, staring at the piece of fuzz on his shoulder. 

"Takumi... we can't do this. He'll kill you."

 

"Satoru got to you, hmm? Scare that easily?"

 

Ayame furrowed her brow, "Takumi. Your life isn't something I'm going to play with. I'm here to save lives. Not destroy them."

 

"But I don't care. I just want you so bad..."

 

"I care..."

 

Takumi ran his hand over her check, tucking strands of hair behind her ear. "I care too, about you and me. Sesshomaru can go to hell."

 

Ayame shook her head, trying to push him away. "I can't risk yo-"

 

Takumi crushed his lips against hers. Last night she was numb and drunk, so the kiss was slightly pointless. But this kiss was hard, and passionate. 'Fuck Sesshomaru....'

 

Her arms when around his neck as she pressed her body against his, he was already hard. The bulge in his pants pressed against her stomach as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. Moaning in response, she slid her tongue against his. She leaned back to breath, pulling his bottom lip between her teeth. "Ayame.." He whispered huskily as he took her mouth again.

 

His lips trailed along her jaw line, then down her neck. The mark on her neck burned painfully, it knew that was wrong. She winced, pulling away, holding her neck. "Ouch..."

 

Takumi frowned, his eyes hooded. "What? Did I hurt you?"

 

"No... it's just this mark..." She pressed on the leather choker that covered it.

 

"Oh..." He went in for another kiss and she ducked it, wiggling out of his grip she backed away from him. 

 

"I should really go... and you should probably think about how much you like your head on you shoulders."

 

She hurried down the hall.