Slow and steady, his heart beat under her palm. Drawing in a measured breath, Kagome attempted to steady out her own.

“I was lying on my side, next to you, trying to stay awake,” she began. “But I must have dozed off at some point. The next thing I knew, I was lying underneath you. I don’t remember you putting me there, but you must have pulled me under by this arm”–she lifted her left shoulder for emphasis–“because you were still holding it, and my cut was bleeding again…”

Kagome trailed off as clawed fingers touched lightly to her bandaged arm, his expression contemplative.

“Continue,” he said.

“Right,” she resumed, struggling to re-rail her train of thought. “Like I said before, you were clearly out of it. You didn’t even seem to realize I was alive, at first. Some of my blood was on your hand.” Kagome flushed from chest to crown. “You watched me, while you licked it off.”

The tip of a claw skirted along the inside of her bandage. “And did you like it?”

Kagome’s flush deepened. “Yes.”

“Which part of it?”

Kagome considered–the watching, or the licking?

“Both,” she admitted faintly.

Sesshoumaru nodded. “Go on.”

“After your hand was cleaned, you cupped the back of my head, and bent over me. You pressed your lips to my throat, and breathed me in, and said my name.”

The words were coming easily now, tumbling from her lips almost as fast as she could recall them. Beneath her hand, his pulse increased slightly.

His grip tightened on her wrist, his deep voice pitching lower still. “You submitted.”

“Yeah,” Kagome breathed out. “I submitted. You started to lick your way down my neck, and when you got here,” she said, pointing to the junction of her neck and shoulder, “that was when you bit me. And it hurt–but only a little. Mostly, it felt”–she shuddered–“good. Really good. And I think you could tell because then your leg went between mine.”

As she spoke, his hand fell from her left arm to her thigh, curving in. Kagome’s breath hitched, her lower half pulsing with heat. Her legs parted unconsciously as his fingers advanced toward her front.

“You pushed between my legs, and I could feel you,” she continued, almost in a whisper. “I pushed back, because I wanted to feel you even more.”

Moisture seeped from her core at the memory of his hardness between her thighs. Thank Kami she was wearing jeans. Anything thinner would have already been soaked through.

“You pulled back and slid your hand down my body—all the way down. Your claws scratched me a little, but I didn’t mind. One of your fingers slid through my underwear, and I could feel you against me—”

The pad of his finger skimmed along the vertical inner seam of her jeans, the point of his claw catching slightly against the coarse fabric. “Like this?”

Kagome’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she sucked in a bracing breath. “Yes, but–inside, too. Just barely. But I knew–I knew you could feel how wet I was.”

“For me?” he asked huskily–rhetorically–leaning in. Just like in her bathhouse fantasy.

“For you,” she affirmed softly, meeting his simmering gaze. “You asked me if I wanted you, but you didn’t give me the chance to answer.”

His thumb pressed down below the zipper of her jeans, meeting his forefinger–pinching her swollen nub deliciously even through the denim. Kagome’s head swam at the sensation.

“And?” he demanded presently. “Did you want me, Kagome?”

She shivered. “I did.”

“And when you were pleasuring yourself in the bath earlier,” he growled, his hand sliding down, molding firmly around her, “is this what you were thinking of?”

Kagome’s eyes flared wide with shock and desire. “You–you heard me?”

He ignored her question, tugging her forward by the groin as he pressed his lips near her ear. “What else?”

Spots danced across Kagome’s vision, her nails curling against his unyielding chest. “You asked me again if I wanted you–if I wanted you as badly as you wanted me. Then, right before you passed out, you tugged my underwear aside, and pressed your–your erection against my bare skin. And all the while you had your mouth on my breast, through my shirt. You bit me there, too.”

Sesshoumaru drew back. His eyes were molten as he regarded her intensely. Indulgently.

“Show me,” he commanded.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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