"I can't wear this! It's hideous!"

"Didn't I ever tell you green wasn't my color?"

"This is WAY too long!"

Kagome Higurashi tried to shut all of the bickering out. Being an assistant at one of the biggest fashion houses in the country wasn't all it was cracked up to be. For the past four hours she had heard nothing but bickering from the new 'it' model, Ayame. No last name, just Ayame. Kagome wondered how the hell this girl had made it to the top with that attitude. She had a horrible reputation for partying all night, never taking care of her skin, and abusing poor little assistants like she was.

She did her best to steer clear of the spit fire unless absolutely necessary.

Shockingly, Ayame's boyfriend was really nice. Kagome had taken an instant liking to Kouga. He had a wonderful personality and would goof off with her when he accompanied his girlfriend to the studio. Of course, Ayame flew off the handle, threw a cell phone at her (which hit her directly in the forehead leaving a nasty bruise), and her new friendship was over.

"Hey, bitch! Get over here and help me get out of this horrid dress!" Kagome was shocked out of her daydreams by Ayame's shrill voice. "Don't just sit there, help me! I can have you fired for this!"

Grumbling, Kagome got up and began to help the violent model with the zipper of the dress. It was the designer's newest, but even Kagome agreed that it was horrible. Taking the dress from a now nude model, she carried it back over to the rack and carefully hung it on one of the many wooden hangers then covered it with a garment bag. Checking her watch, she walked over go Jakotsu, the lead designer of the fashion house. "Is it alright if I leave a little early?" she asked tentatively.

Jakotsu shook his head violently. "No, no, no! You must meet the star of our big show for Fashion Week! You will love him!" He winked at her. "He's quite the piece of man meat!" He clapped his hands. "Ayame! You were wonderful today. See you tomorrow?"

Ayame, now clothed, walked up to him and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek. "Of course, darling!"

Kagome breathed a sigh of relief when she finally left the room.

Finally getting a little down time, she walked over to the mini fridge and pulled out a can of Tab and a sandwich. "Why do you insist on having her in the show?"

Jakotsu laughed. "She's the new 'it' girl for fashion! She may be a royal bitch, but she looks great in my designs." He crept up behind her and stole the can of soda and took a drink before giving it back. "Wait until you see the male star. He's yummy!"

She just shook her head before sitting down and enjoying her snack.

Roughly twenty minutes later, the door opened again, and in walked one of the most beautiful male models she had ever seen. He was the perfect height, slender but with a nice muscle tone, silver hair that fell to the middle of his back, and shocking golden eyes. And he was headed right for her.

"Have you seen Jakotsu?" the beautiful male asked.

Kagome had to stop herself from stuttering. "He's in his office. I'll go get him." Scrambling up from her chair she swiftly walked back towards the designers office and popped her head in the door. "Your man meat is here," she said teasingly.

"Wonderful!" He shot out of the chair and out of the office, she quietly followed him.

A few steps behind her boss, she watched as he embraced the man. "Sesshoumaru, baby! I'm so glad you could make it!"

Sesshoumaru scoffed. "I had to turn down another job to do this," he said coldly. "I know there is more publicity for me if I do this for you. This better not flop like the last collection."

Jakotsu violently shook his head. "Nonsense!! This will be the best yet!" He turned to her. "Kagome, come meet my star!" She walked over and stood next to the ecstatic designer. "Darling, this is Sesshoumaru. He's the hottest male model out there right now. Sesshoumaru, this is Kagome, my dear assistant."

The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries, though Kagome thought it looked too forced on Sesshoumaru's part. She turned to Jakotsu. "Where is the rack with his clothes?" He pointed to a rack next to his office door and she went to retrieve it.

"She is going to be in charge of your fitting, alright baby?" Jakotsu asked the taller man.

Sesshoumaru just shrugged his shoulders and nodded in agreement.

"Fabulous. You will be in capable hands. Kagome has been with me for three years and knows everything that I look for!" He turned to find Kagome wrestling with the clothing rack that didn't want to roll. "Excuse me a moment!" Jakotsu scrambled over to where Kagome was waging battle with the rack.

"Capable hands," Sesshoumaru snorted, as he watched the designer help his assistant with the wheels on the rack, that she had neglected to unlock.

"Sorry about that!" Jakotsu walked back over, Kagome behind him with the rack now coming with no protests. "Everything is in working order now!" He turned to Kagome. "I'll be in my office if you need me. I think I have the perfect design for this man!"

Kagome watched him scamper back to his office before turning to the other man in the room. "I'm ready when you are."

She couldn't help herself when he started to take off the button down shirt and slacks he was wearing; she gawked. She never gawked at models, but this one... His skin was perfect, he wasn't too lanky like most male runway models, and he had the strangest tattoos on his hips. Stripes. Magenta stripes. For her, that just added to his sex appeal. She had the strange urge to run her tongue down those stripes.

Shuffling through the clothes on the rack, she pulled out a pair of distressed jeans and passed them to him. This was going to be a long afternoon.

-----

Sesshoumaru looked down at the girl on her knees in front of him. Right in front of his crotch, fiddling with the inseam of the bell bottoms he was wearing.

He had been through many many fittings in his career so far, but there was something about this young assistant. She wasn't very attractive, she was clumsy, and had a goofy sense of humor. Yet there was something about her that he couldn't place....something about her he just liked. Maybe it was her smile, or her corny joking around, the way her hair was put up in a messy bun held in place by a pencil, he didn't know.

Even as clumsy as she tended to be, she was doing an excellent job working with the clothes, pinning and laying the fabric just right so it would look perfect on him once it was finished; it was something that greatly pleased him. She was very thorough in her work. He continued to observe her while he dressed, watching her put all of the clothing back on the rack . Everything was done almost methodically, everything hanging just right, all in the same direction, in order by design number, and covered with a garment bag.

He nonchalantly admired the way her skirt inched up and exposed her thighs when she bent down to tie one of the garment bags.

It was entirely too bad that he wasn't really into women.

-----

The entire time she was working with Sesshoumaru, she was mesmerized by his beauty. It was very rare for her to even consider a man like him as datable. She liked her men a little rough and rugged, like her on again off again boyfriend Inuyasha. But there was just something about this one...he didn't seem like he was one of the normal models she worked with. She sensed he was smarter than he appeared. And she liked men with a bit more substance.

While she was tying one of the garment bags, she felt his eyes on her.

Unable to take it anymore, she stood and turned to him. "Are you seeing anyone?" she asked, bluntly. Then turned beet red.

Without missing a beat, Sesshoumaru nodded. "Yes, I am seeing someone as a matter of fact." He left it at that, though he felt himself a bit saddened at her crestfallen expression.

"Ok." Kagome turned back to the rack and continued what she was doing.

While she was fixing the clothes on the rack, he dressed in his street clothes and went to the office to talk to Jakotsu. The designer was at his desk, pencil in hand, wildly sketching on the tablet in front of him.

When Jakotsu hadn't noticed him yet, Sesshoumaru cleared his throat.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby. I was getting a little too into my work!" He dropped the pencil and looked up at the model.

Sesshoumaru took a seat in one of the many chairs around the office. "Are you going to go to Calypso's tonight?" Calypso's was the newest club and bar in town, the hottest place to be on a Friday night. "Jaken and I are going to be there."

Jakotsu laughed. "Are you kidding? Bankotsu and I are always there on Friday nights! At least since The Jungle Club went down hill!"

Sesshoumaru stood. "I'll see you there, then." He swiftly walked out of the office, nearly side swiping Kagome on the way out.

Kagome stepped into the small office. "Is it alright if I go home now? Everything is cleaned up."

"Excuse me?" Jakotsu asked. "Monday you promised me you would go with me and Bankotsu to Calypso's, and you are going come hell or high water missy!" He ran around the desk and grabbed her hand. "And I've got the perfect dress for you!!" Running out of the office, Kagome in tow, he ran to the rack of his newest designs and shoved a dress at her. "Now go put it on! I made it with you in mind."

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Three hours later, Kagome stood in between Jakotsu and Bankotsu at Calypso's, wearing the tight green dress that was apparently crafted with her in mind. She was comfortable, though the hem was a little too high for her taste. It showed off a lot more leg than she was used to, and when paired with the six inch heels the dress looked even shorter. Jakotsu and Bankotsu's praise did make her feel a bit better about herself, but the nervousness was still there.

Kagome looked at herself in the full length mirror, wondering what the hell she was getting herself into.

"Doesn't she look good?" Jakotsu asked his partner. "Look at those legs!"

Bankotsu came up to her other side and ran his hand over her exposed thighs. "Legs that go on for miles! Every man at Calypso's is going to want these wrapped around them at the end of the night."

Blushing, Kagome shooed his hands away from her legs. "Are you sure I look alright in this?"

Jakotsu just laughed. "Believe me, doll, if I weren't so into men we would skip Calypso's entirely and go to my place for a night of debauchery! Now lets see what we can do about hair and makeup."

The three walked hand and hand to the back of the club and found a secluded table, where Jakotsu started pointing out different people to Kagome.

He pointed to a petite woman with a cigarette dangling from her mouth. "See that woman there, Kagome? That's Yura, the new designer at our rival house. She has a horrible reputation for being the party girl."

Bankotsu leaned over to her. "And a horrible reputation for bed hopping," he said wickedly.

"You didn't!" Kagome said, shocked.

Both Jakotsu and Bankotsu nodded, then laughed at the three colors Kagome's face turned.

"Am I interrupting anything?"

Kagome looked up at the newcomer, surprised to see Sesshoumaru and a shorter male standing in front of her. Could that be.....no way...

Sesshoumaru looked at Kagome, who was looking at the man standing beside him. "How rude of me. Kagome, this is my partner Jaken."

She shook hands with the man that couldn't be any taller than she was. "It's nice to meet you, Kagome. Sesshoumaru told me you did an excellent job today."

As talk of the industry started, Kagome faded into the background and just listened. Jakotsu was the queen of gossip, and if you wanted to know anything that was happening he was the man to go to. But when the conversation started turning to who's in and out in the industry, she excused herself from the table.

Quite disappointed that Sesshoumaru liked men, she headed towards the bar to get something, anything. Squeezing through the crowd, she flagged down the bartender and ordered a martini. She knew she would get ripped with only a few of those, and that was her goal right now.

Martini now happily in hand, she took a sip and sighed at the warmth of the alcohol. About to take another sip, she was pushed from behind, spilling her drink all over her dress.

"Oh, god, I'm so...Kagome?"

Kagome looked up at the culprit, ready to rip them a new one, when she realized it was Kouga. "Hey, Kouga!" she said, trying to shove her anger down. "What are you doing here?"

"Ayame and I decided to check the place out, and it's not too bad. Just not my type of night spot." He leaned over to the bar and grabbed a few napkins and shoved them into her hands. "Sorry about the dress."

Gently dabbing at the stain on the dress she shook her head. "It's no big deal. Jakotsu is going to murder me when he sees me though."

"Not if I murder you first!" Kagome's head shot up to see Ayame almost directly in front of her. "I thought we went through this the first time! Stay away from my boyfriend!"

"Now, Ayame," Kouga started, but she quickly cut him off.

"Don't start, how do I know you won't cheat on me with her? Huh? Like last time?" Her murderous glare went from Kouga back to Kagome. "I'll teach you to go whoring around with other people's boyfriends!"

When the model started coming towards her, Kagome didn't have time to think before she just swung. Not realizing what was happening until Ayame was on the ground and her fist hurt like hell, her eyes widened. She just gave the new 'it' model a shiner and possibly a broken nose. Turning away before Ayame had time to get up, Kagome ran out of Calypso's and onto the street.

She made it three blocks before she realized that Ayame wasn't coming after her, and that her coat and purse were still with Jakotsu. Not wanting to go back in there, she decided to make the cross town journey to where she and her room mate, Sango, lived. After this night was over, she was never wearing six inch heels again.

It had been a painful ten blocks when a car drove up next to her. "Need a ride?"

Rounding the car, she thankfully jumped in. "Thank gods it's you Sesshoumaru, and not some pervert." She fastened her safety belt.

He raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow. "How do you know I'm not some pervert?"

She blushed. "Because you aren't into women, remember?"

Throwing the car into gear, he began to drive away. "Maybe I was at one point."

"But you aren't now," she said mockingly.

The drive to her house was mostly silent, with the exception of her giving him directions.

When she got out of the car, he followed, up to the door of the apartment building. She had been fighting an urge since she got in the car, though she didn't think she could any longer. "Sesshoumaru?"

"Yes?" He looked down at the petite girl.

"Can I...can I kiss you?" She looked up at him hopefully, not sure how she would react if he turned her down.

Without a word, he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, and wrapping his arms around her small waist.

Nipping at his lower lip, she ran her hands into his hair. He chuckled at her eagerness. Giving her what she wished, he lightly ran his tongue over her lips, pleased at the moan he received in return. Her kisses were something he could get used to very quickly.

Needing oxygen, she broke away from him and stood back. "Thanks for the ride home." Kagome reached for the door handle and then remembered she left her bag and coat with Jakotsu back at Calypso's. She looked back up at Sesshoumaru and laughed nervously. "Do you have a cell phone?"

Shaking his head he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the phone. He opened it and typed in his key code before handing it to her. He silently observed her as she dialed, sneaking a quick peek at her legs. Even though he was in a committed relationship he was half tempted to snatch the phone from her, take her to the nearest hotel and feel what those legs would feel like wrapped around his hips. And over his shoulders. Maybe even slung over his side. Hell, even propped up on the headboard. So many ideas for those tanned legs ran  through Sesshoumaru's mind.

His head snapped back up to her face when he heard the little plastic click of her closing the phone. "I had to call my roomie to come unlock the door for me," she clarified.

Taking the phone from her, he stuffed it back into his pocket. "I'll wait until she gets here. The streets aren't exactly the safest place to be at this hour." He pulled her back to his chest and wrapped both of them up in his coat when he saw her slightly shiver. "Kagome," he said.

"Yes?"

"It's good to know you kiss  as well as you throw a punch," he said with a low laugh.

"You saw that?"

"Everything from the martini to the pissed model. I was on my way over to get that guy off of your back. I thought he was bugging you."

"Thanks, I guess." Through the frosted glass of the door she saw Sango walk up. She leaned up and gave him a slight peck on the cheek. "Thanks for the ride. I really appreciate it."

Releasing her from his arms when her friend opened the door, he leaned down to her ear and whispered so only she could hear. "I wonder what else you can do as well as you punch." Happy at the flush on her cheeks, he stepped away and walked back toward his car without a glance back.

Kagome turned to Sango, who stood in the doorway in just her sweats and a tank top. "Explain to me, young lady, exactly why you don't have your keys and why you were down here locking lips with one of the most well known models in the world who is supposed to be gay?"

"You were spying on us?"

"Nope, just glad you are getting something from someone other than Inuyasha. Come on, it's late." The two walked into the building and shut the door behind them.

-----

Twenty minutes after Sesshoumaru left Kagome's building he walked into the apartment he and Jaken shared. Slipping off his shoes, he walked to the bedroom to Jaken laying in bed reading "Valley Of The Dolls".

"What the hell took you so long?" the small man in the bed questioned.

Sesshoumaru went over to him and gave him a kiss. "I gave someone a ride home." He reached into his pocket and gave Jaken the candy bar that he had originally left go get. "But I didn't forget." He walked over to the dresser and pulled a pair of sleep pants out.

"You were with a woman. I could taste her lip gloss on your lips and smell her on your clothes. She wears Gucci Rush perfume." He set his book on the night stand and took off his reading glasses.

"So what if I was? You know I dated women before we got together."

"Why? What does a woman have that I don't?"

Sesshoumaru looked over at him with amusement. "A vagina? Breasts?"

"Har har," Jaken shot back sarcastically. "They are too soft, and they cover themselves with all sorts of nasty products that are supposed to make them beautiful. Kissing them is like kissing a wax model because of all of the goo they wear on their lips."

Not wanting to argue, Sesshoumaru went into the bathroom and stripped down. He turned on the shower and sat on the toilet while the water heated. Standing, he picked up his shirt and sniffed it. Her perfume was lingering.

He tossed the shirt into the hamper and went to the shower, enjoying the heat on his tired muscles.

Jaken did bring up some pretty valid points, but that was just his opinion. He knew many a gay man that had infatuations with different parts of a woman. Jakotsu, for example, had a fascination and love for breasts. Especially Kagome's. Many times he had overheard conversations between Jakotsu and Bankotsu talking about how nice they thought Kagome's breasts were and how much Jakotsu wanted to play with them. His logic: he was bisexual, she might let him on one of his "straight" nights.

He had enjoyed his short time with Kagome, enjoyed the softness and scent of her skin and body, the taste of her strawberry lip gloss. She didn't wear very much make up, she was slender yet her form was still had the right womanly curves.

He wanted to see her again. Needed to see her again.

His fittings may have been over for the time being, but he still had to see Jakotsu everyday until the show; that would be his perfect opportunity to bed the girl and get him out of her system.

Turning off the water, he reached over for his towel and quickly dried himself off. Walking back into the bedroom, forgoing pants, he slid into bed with his boyfriend.

-----

The next morning Kagome was roused from sleep by a cold body slipping under the covers with her. Cracking her eyes open, she saw nothing but a mess of black hair. The person quickly settled and pulled her over to them.

"Honey, I'm home," he said.

Kagome wanted nothing more than to snuggle into his embrace, but something had to be said. "Inuyasha, what are you doing here?"

"What, I can't come and see my girlfriend?" he asked.

"Oh, I'm still your girlfriend? I thought you made it painfully clear that I was nothing more than a good fuck before you left last month." She started to squirm away from him.

"You are a good fuck, but you are more than that," he said, moving his hands up her sleep shirt to play with her breasts.

"No." She struggled away from him. "I'm tired of these games! You bounce back and forth from me to Kikyo, and I'm tired of it!"

Inuyasha sat up and looked at her, his eyes suddenly serious. "You know I love you and only you."

"Then why do you play with me? If you love me so damn much prove it!" She wanted to sob, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop the few tears from slipping when his eyes started to water.

"I never meant to hurt you. Let me prove to you that I love you, and if you aren't satisfied I'll leave." He leaned over and kissed her, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb. "I love you, Kagome Higurashi." Pushing her back to the bed, he covered her body with his with full intentions of showing how much he loved her.

-----

A few hours after Inuyasha left the apartment it began to rain. Kagome looked out the window in the living room, watching the people buzzing about on the streets below.

She didn't feel right. After accepting Inuyasha in her bed once again, she felt like she shouldn't have done it. Over and over he said he loved her, even tried to show her using his body, and she wasn't convinced, but she couldn't bring herself to finally tell him it was over. They had been together off and on since freshman year of college and he was a piece of her past she wasn't quite ready to let go of yet.

Getting up from the comfort of her chair, she grabbed her hoodie and threw it on over her sweats. Not bothering to grab an umbrella, she grabbed the spare key and left the apartment headed toward Jakotsu's studio. He may have given her Saturdays off, but that didn't mean he took the day off too. Plus, she had to get her purse back from him regardless.

Taking a little comfort from the cold rain she walked in the direction of the studio. About three blocks from the apartment she was beginning to regret walking in the rain, as it was starting to rain harder soaking through her clothes. Coming to the conclusion that the studio was closer than her apartment was, she continued to walk, ignoring the shivers that threatened to overtake her small frame. Suddenly, quite like the night before, a black car pulled up to her. "Get in."

Smiling at the driver, she opened the passenger door and got into the warm car. "Thank god it's you and not some pervert or something."

Sesshoumaru smiled back at her. "But what if I am a pervert or something?"

"Good thing you aren't into women," she said jokingly.

"Not generally speaking, but I like my women that can kiss as well as they deliver a good punch, remember." When they pulled up to a stop light he looked over at her and smiled. "And it just so happens that you fit that description."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Could you give me a ride to Jakotsu's studio?"

"No." When the light turned green he started moving the car again. "Look in the back seat."

Kagome unbuckled her seat belt and turned to the small back seat of the car and found her coat and purse. "Were you planning on bringing these to me?"

Sesshoumaru shook his head. "No, I was planning on taking your credit cards and going on a shopping spree." He laughed when she smacked him. "Yes, I was going to bring them back."

"Good." She stayed silent and just let him drive, not sure where he was taking her if they weren't going to the studio. When he started to pull the car onto the freeway she started to get a little worried. "Where exactly are we going?"

"Don't ask questions, just go with it."

She gave up on pestering him when he looked at the road and settled for watching the buildings thin out being replaced by trees and empty land. Deciding she didn't want to catch cold, she pulled off the hoodie to reveal her tank top that was still wet and glued to her.

Out of the corner of his eye Sesshoumaru watched her take off the jacket leaving her in the little white shirt. The way it clung to her he could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, her nipples poking out through the thin fabric. He had the urge to reach over and play with one but didn't know how she would react. Instead, he grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the middle console and lit one to keep his hands busy. He knew if he didn't he may end up on the receiving end of one of those good punches.

"I didn't know you smoked," she commented, watching the smoke roll from his nostrils.

He looked at her briefly before turning back to the road. "There are lots of things that you don't know about me."

A comfortable silence again filled the car as he drove, though Kagome was starting to get nervous. He wasn't a pervert, what if he was a serial killer or something. Or a perverted serial killer! Her mind wasn't eased any when he pulled off of the freeway and onto a small deserted road. Twenty more minutes down that road and he finally pulled off onto a dirt one surrounded by trees.

When he deemed they were far enough from the main highway he pulled the car to a stop and leaned over, kissing her almost harshly.

Surprised at his actions, Kagome sat stunned for a moment before returning his kiss just as fiercely. There was so much energy and fire it almost felt like she had never truly kissed anyone before this man, everyone else seemed to pale in comparison, including the man that supposedly loved her.

When she felt his hand moving up her shirt she did a mental happy dance, wondering how it was possible for someone who was practically a stranger to make her feel this good. Impulsively, she pulled away from him and drew the shirt up over her head, tossing it into the back seat. Frowning when Sesshoumaru moved back to his seat, she thought she did something wrong and reached back to retrieve her shirt but stopped when she felt his hand on her wrist.

"Come here," he panted, pulling her over into the driver's seat onto his lap.

Settled comfortably on his lap, she blushed when she felt his erection pushing against her center, then all was forgotten when he latched his mouth onto one of her breasts, teasing her nipple with his tongue. Arching back to push more of her breast into his mouth she ground against his erection eliciting a moan from both of them.

Letting go of her nipple, he moved back up her chest and once again claimed her mouth, the sensation of her rubbing against him making him want to explode. Testing to see how far she would let him go, he began to work his hand down into her sweat pants and tease her through her damp panties. She pulled away and bit his lip and lightly pulled his hair, urging him on. Deciding it was now or never, he moved his hand into the small panties and was pleased to find her completely shaven, yet even more pleased to find how wet she was when he moved his hand even lower into her folds teasing the sensitive nub at the top. Kagome broke from the kiss and leaned her head down to his shoulder and groaned loudly before lightly biting and nipping at the skin of his neck. Encouraged, he slid a finger into her as deeply as he could, soon followed by a second one.

Returning to his mouth, Kagome kissed him deeply as she gripped his fingers and shuddered when he worked her tiny bundle of nerves with his thumb. "More," she demanded when she neared her release.

He moved his fingers faster, yet laughed at her. "Demanding woman, aren't you."

"Only when I want something," she panted, grinding her hips into his hand.

He silently observed her as she came closer and closer to orgasm, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, the way her breasts swayed with every movement, the moans and squeaks she made. It had been well over two years since he had been with a woman and he missed this.

Her breath was becoming more ragged as she neared release, clenching around his fingers. "Please....Sesshoumaru..."

'Time to play', he thought with a grin. "Please what, Kagome?"

She shuddered, the muscles in her thighs beginning to quiver. "You know what I want," she replied.

"Oh, really? You must remember I haven't been with a woman in a long time, I may need a little direction."

"Quit playing, you know exactly what I want." She ground her hips into his hand a little harder.

He shook his head. "Why don't you clarify it for me?"

Kagome groaned in frustration. "I'm so close, please...."

Sesshoumaru grinned. Just another one of the many impulsive reactions since he picked her up, he pulled his fingers out completely and added a third. He knew he had done something right when Kagome's head shot backwards and she let out a choked scream. She tightened around his fingers and shuddered, soon falling against his chest still lightly thrusting her hips on his hand. "Was that what you wanted?" he asked teasingly.

"Oh gods yes," she panted against his chest. "Oh gods yes."

Pulling his fingers out of her and out of her sweats, he moved them to his mouth and made a great show of cleaning them, running his tongue over every digit making sure to get every last little drop. "Mmm, I just might have to stop by your place for lunch sometime."

Kagome arched an eyebrow. "That sounded so cliche."

He shrugged. "Just because I'm beautiful doesn't mean I have ever been creative." He continued to look at her when she didn't retrieve her shirt from the back seat.

"Hey, Sesshoumaru, have you ever had sex in a car?" she asked him, mischief sparkling in her eyes.

He thought for a moment. "Not that I can recall. Why do you ask?"

"Do you want to?" She reached down between them and started working at his belt.

A genuine smile graced his face. "I guess there always has to be a first time for everything."

A/N: This chapter seems to kinda putt putt along. I'm not very happy with it but it is needed.

At about 8 p.m. Sesshoumaru parked his car in front of her building. They had spent a good three hours on the side of the road trying every position that was possible in the tiny Mitsubishi. Who knew car sex could be so fun? With that in mind Sesshoumaru decided that he was going to steal her away any little moment they had available and experiment some more in the back seat. Maybe even the driver's seat. Hell, even the hood.

On the way back to her apartment, they dropped into Jakotsu's studio anyway to see if there was anything he wanted her to do that evening. Immediately Jakotsu noticed how the two floated in with happy grins on their faces, but when he was directly in front of them he decided to make one of his observations aloud. "Did you have sex in the car or something? You two reek of fucking!"

Kagome turned a deep shade of red and hid her face in Sesshoumaru's chest while he just looked simply pleased with himself. "Well, I guess we'll be leaving now."

"No no! Wait a second!" Sesshoumaru watched Jakotsu happily skip back to his office chanting "Kagome got laid" in a sing song manner. When he came back over he handed the taller man a list of things he wanted Kagome to have prepared and said a quick goodbye when they turned to leave. "Don't forget protection!" he yelled as the couple reached the door.

When they finally reached her building Kagome looked up at her apartment window and frowned.

"You don't want to go in, do you?" he asked quietly.

Kagome shook her head. "That means out little fantasy world is gone and the real world has returned. I go back up there to my life where my ex bugs me and you go back to Jaken." She turned to him. "Thank you for today."

"Who said it had to end here?" he replied. He knew that he had Jaken, but he didn't really care. He wanted this girl all to himself, no interferences from her ex and none from Jaken. The only thing that would hurt would be breaking up with the man that he had been with intimately for two years, the one who befriended him at the beginning of his career. He held him dear to his heart as a lover and colleague, but there wasn't any love there in the traditional sense. There wouldn't be much hurt on his part, just from the other half of things.

She just looked at him. "I don't want you to sacrifice your relationship to be with me just because the sex is good. I want you to be with me for me, my personality, my body, hell, even my just woke up hair."

"The sex wasn't good," he said. Her head shot up to look at him with anger in her eyes. "The sex was great," he clarified. "I have never felt the way I feel about you for any other woman. The only thing that comes close is what I feel for Jaken. And I don't want it to end. Do you?"

She shook her head.

"Good. Now you go up and get some sleep, I'll be by tomorrow." He leaned over and kissed her again. He thanked whatever god was listening for tinted windows because the kiss led to another full blown make out session that ended up with her coming all over his fingers for the second time that day.

She finally made it out of her car and up to the apartment, ready to face Sango. As expected, the other girl was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee in her hands staring daggers at Kagome. "And just where have you been all day missy?" she asked in a motherly tone. Ever since she had moved from her small town to the city and met Sango in college, the slightly older girl had been a bit of a mother hen, watching out for Kagome and teaching her that city life was a lot different from the life she lived in the small town she was born and raised.

"I was out," Kagome said, trailing off a bit and waiting for Sango to take the bait.

Sango just laughed. "You were with that model again, weren't you?"

Kagome blushed and nodded.

"And you got laid! You are glowing right now." Sango laughed a bit more. "Bout time you got rid of Inuyasha."

Kagome sat down next to her friend. "Ummmm, yeah, about that..."

"You didn't."

She nodded solemnly. "He came by this morning claiming how much he loved me, and I couldn't just break it off."

"When are you going to grow some balls, girl? You need to get rid of him. He brings nothing but pain!"

"I know, but I just can't right now." Silently she stood and walked to her bedroom to collect her things to shower.

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Jaken paced the apartment, running his thin fingers through his thinning gray hair. He had taken the much younger model under his wing at the start of his career and at times wondered why on earth he chose a partner that was twenty years his junior.

He loved him fiercely, would follow him anywhere, but his behavior since his fitting with Jakotsu...he had been a bit detached, even been with that girl. To think that he had considered befriending the girl. She seemed sweet enough, and if she caught his love's eye there must have been something special about her.

He stopped his pacing and walked into the bedroom. Things weren't supposed to come to this. One by one Jaken pulled his favorite suits out of the closet and carefully put them in his suitcase. Maybe some time apart would do them good.

When Sesshoumaru sauntered into his apartment Jaken was waiting for him on the couch. "Where were you today? You didn't answer any of my calls."

Sesshoumaru sat down on the couch next to the smaller man and kissed him lightly. "I was out."

"With that woman again. I can taste her pussy on your lips."

Sesshoumaru shrugged. "I can't get her out of my system. I don't know what is wrong with me." He leaned over and put his head in his hands. "I've never felt this way about any other woman, and I can't figure it out."

Jaken stood and walked over to the door, picking up the bag that sat there. "Well, when you do, call me. Until then, I can't bear to look at you." He opened the front door and walked out, shutting it with a soft click.

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"Mmm...oh fuck..." he panted in her ear. "So good..."

She tried her best to keep balance, but it was a hard thing to do while being taken from behind in a small car. "Harder..."

"As you wish," he replied, granting her request.

"I wish this didn't have to end."

"It doesn't."

"Then shut up and fuck me"

Kagome was rudely awakened from her dream by the ringing of her cell phone. Glancing at the clock on her bedside table she started fumbling for the phone, then tried to open it before the caller hung up.

"It's two in the morning, this better be good" she said, still half asleep.

"Kagome?" the voice on the other end said.

"Sesshoumaru?" She noted the way his voice held more emotion than usual and was instantly awake. "Is everything alright? Did something happen to Jaken??"

"Something did happen, and no I'm not alright. Can I come over?"

Getting out of bed she grabbed her robe off of the peg on the wall and put it on. "Just call me when you are at the door so I can buzz you in. Do you want me to make coffee?"

"No. I'll be there in twenty minutes."

Even though he said he didn't want any, Kagome made a pot of coffee for herself. She knew she wouldn't be sleeping very well tonight, so what was the point?

Taking a seat in her 'comfy chair' in front of the window, coffee in hand, she watched the few cars pass by on the street below, signaling the closing of some of the bars nearby. She remembered when she was stuck going to the normal hum bum bars, though now that Jakotsu had taken her under his wing she was able to go to the hottest clubs and restaurants in town, almost always getting in for free. Not to mention the free drinks. Those were always good.

She watched as his little black Mitsubishi pulled up to the curb and waited for her cell phone to ring. As the minutes ticked by and there was no phone call she began to worry. Placing her coffee on the table she got up and slid on her slippers that were next to the door. She snagged the spare key off of the little table next to the door and walked out of her apartment. Making quick work of the stairs she was at the front door of the building and soon to his car. She tapped on the glass of the passenger side window.

When it rolled down she was shocked to see him, his normal perfect hair a mess, eyes red and puffy. "Sesshoumaru?" As quickly as he rolled the window down he rolled it back up again and turned off the car. He stepped out and shut the door and walked around the car. Kagome met him half way.

When they met he grabbed her and held her fiercely to his chest, almost feeling like if he let go even the slightest bit the woman would disappear and he would be completely and utterly alone in the world. "What's wrong, Sesshoumaru?"

"He's gone," he said simply.

"Jaken?"

"Yeah."

"Let's get inside, it's chilly out here."

Kagome led Sesshoumaru back into the building and up the stairs to her apartment. She opened the door and let him in first before entering herself and shutting the door locking the dead bolts.

Instead of leading him to the kitchen table to talk like she had originally planned she led him to her bedroom. She she took her robe off he just stood there in the dark, slouched down with his hair sliding over his face.

When he took no action she went to where he stood and began to unbutton his shirt. Fully unbuttoned, she pulled it off of him and set it on her desk chair. Then she leaned down and untied his shoes so he could step out of them. Putting them over by her own pair at the end of the bed, she turned to see Sesshoumaru removing his belt and pants and placing them on the chair where she put his shirt.

She pulled the blankets on the bed back and got in, making sure she left enough room for his larger body. When she was settled she felt him move next to her, pulling the blankets over the both of them. A strange sensation of comfort took over when she felt his arm wrap around her, pulling her to him. "Am I worth all of this?" she asked quietly.

For a moment he thought. Earlier that day he was dead set that he didn't want their escapades to end, that Jaken didn't matter as much; now he wasn't so sure. Though he did weigh out the other half of things: Kagome made him feel things that he had never felt before, even with his last girlfriend before Jaken. He was never one to lust and then take action. Kagome had awoken something inside of him that just made him completely lose it, and he liked it. "Yes. Completely worth it."

Setting more into his warm embrace she let herself fall asleep.

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