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The board meeting had gone on much longer than expected, not giving him enough time to get back to his hotel before his return flight. His luggage had had to be delivered to the airport, and even sitting in first class, he wasn't about to struggle with changing inside an airplane bathroom.
He'd forgone the red-eye in favour of returning to Tokyo at a reasonable hour, but now he sincerely regretted it. A later flight would've meant sitting in the plane in clean clothes, along with an inflight meal instead of a stale pastry parading as a snack.
He needed a meal, a shower, and new clothes.
He needed her.
Sesshoumaru dragged a hand through his hair. He'd been forced to cut it short several years ago to fit in with modern society. It had been an attempt at trying to make himself more approachable but ended up having the opposite effect, only serving to piss off the one person whose opinion he actually cared about.
He'd been growing it back out ever since.
It was down to his shoulder blades now, though still not long enough in her eyes. "How am I supposed to grab onto it when it's so short?" It hadn't stopped them from meeting up—apparently, she enjoyed his markings the most—but she enjoyed twisting the knife every now and then.
She'd even gone as far as to request he put on his old regalia, berating him about how shameful it was to parade around pretending he was the Lord of the West. The real master of the shiro wouldn't be caught dead without his illustrious hair.
They'd both sported bruises that night.
Grabbing his suitcase from the overhead compartment, he clicked his phone out of airplane mode. He'd readied the Uber app before they'd taken off, but now his thumb hesitated over the submit button. He should go home. The fridge would be stocked and the water hot, bed made to his liking. It would be everything he needed right now, save one.
But it was that very one that had him changing the address on his request.
The ride was longer but worth the wait. When he parked, the driver gave him an odd look, and Sesshoumaru hid his smirk as he handed over payment. His suit was worth more than what she paid in rent, yet no matter how many times he'd offered to find her something more stable, she'd always declined.
She wanted to make the changes herself, which he could understand. It was the same reason he'd never taken up his father's mantle. The prestige would've fast-tracked his progress, but he'd wanted the victories for himself. He'd told her as much, and she'd surprised him by admitting she preferred the separation.
She knew what it was like to live within the shadow of another.
Perhaps that was what had drawn him to her in the first place. Sesshoumaru snorted as he rang her doorbell. Her inability to leave him alone, followed by her long legs draped over his thigh within the confines of the bar booth, had caught his attention, not their connections to the past. She'd been intent on having a good time that night and had set her eyes on him after what was supposed to be a business meeting.
"You're so uptight," she'd crooned, brazen hands sliding up the side of his neck. "Don't you have a hobby? Something to help you relax?" He'd known exactly what she'd been suggesting but hadn't taken her seriously until she'd climbed into his lap, her poor excuse for a dress riding up around her thighs.
He'd nearly taken her right there in the booth, and only her soft whines about how he wouldn't be able to tire her out after the first round had had him settling his bill and shoving her out the door. They hadn't even made it to his car, half stumbling into the nearest love hotel, but she'd made good on her word, rolling on top of him the moment he'd caught his breath.
His body tightened at the memory, claws digging into the handle of his bag. He managed a curt "I am back," when she answered the call, instantly buzzing him in. He used the stairs, trying to burn off the extra adrenaline before reaching her door. It opened before he could knock, and all the blood went roaring south at the sight of her in nothing but an oversized tee shirt.
Kagome blinked in surprise but let him in, pulling her hair out of a haphazard ponytail. "I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. When did your plane land?"
"Within the hour," he replied, placing his suitcase just inside the door.
She raised an eyebrow, then shrugged. "Make yourself at home. I was just about to take a shower." She yelped as she was yanked off her feet, long strides taking both of them into the minuscule bathroom.
"I also require one," he said, as a means of explanation, already turning on the water.
"Could've said that from the start," she grumbled, adjusting the temperature before pulling off her shirt. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he realized it had been the only thing she had on. Youki sparked, teasing the back of her thighs, and she smirked over her shoulder. "It's your own fault for showing up unexpectedly."
"Would you have put on more layers if I had given you a heads up?" he asked, tearing at his clothes.
She snorted. "Of course not." Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she stepped into the walk-in shower, raising her arms above her head in a tantalizing show. "Might've shown up to the door naked."
She giggled at his resulting growl. "I have warned you about doing so before."
"Only because you have no self-control and would fuck me in the hallway." She smacked his hands away as he reached for her, grabbing the soap instead. "You just said you needed a shower." Lathering up the soap, she forced him under the spray, slick hands running down his back.
He hissed at the lukewarm water—her apartment never seemed to run hot, no matter how much time had passed—but she only laughed more, taking her time to make sure she found every crevice. Her fingers lingered over his marks, nails scraping, and he growled in warning, pulling away to rinse off. The faster the shower, the less time he spent being assaulted by her lacklustre water pressure.
"You could've just texted me when you left the airport, and I could've met you at your place," she said, using the soap on herself.
"That would have taken too long."
She paused, eyeing him carefully before clicking her tongue. "Poor, pitiful Lord of the West; too impatient for the luxuries of his own home when it comes to getting his dick wet." She quickly found herself pinned against the tile wall, the soap flying from her hands as his claws dug into her skin.
"You say that as if you are not just as impatient." He rocked his hips forward, proving his point when she squirmed.
"I'm not the one who always complains about the lack of amenities." She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles at the base of his spine as she raised her hands above her head. "Maybe you should make it up to me for interrupting my plans."
Sesshoumaru leaned forward, latching onto a breast. They both knew she had no plans. The various chemicals and supplies he'd seen scattered around her apartment proved it was a cleaning day. And she'd turned him down when she had a paper due or a shift to cover.
"You have never been a good liar, Kagome." She shuddered at the sound of her name, struggling to keep her hands up as he moved to the other breast, giving it a harsher treatment. Her skin was warmer than the water pelting against his back, and he followed a droplet as it slid from her collarbone. "I can leave if you are that busy." They were both lying now. His erection was firmly pressed against her core. It would take only the slightest movement to be inside her, and he tensed at the possibility that she would send him away when they were both so close.
He met her gaze, saw the subtle rise of her chin, and braced himself. As much as he wanted to slam into her, to remind himself of how good she felt, he'd never do so without her consent. They'd established clear boundaries at the beginning of their relationship—his brow furrowed as the word formed in his mind.
Was a mutually exclusive sexual contract considered a relationship?
She'd been the one to suggest it, bolstering his ego with all her claims about how she'd never found anyone with his stamina, and he was chagrinned to admit how well their bodies fit together. He'd paid the price every time he'd attempted to hold back. In the years since the jewel had sent her back, she'd become well-trained with her reiki, knowing just how much to use as a stimulant instead of an attack.
He'd all but begged her to fuck her the next time they'd met up, and the way she'd sauntered toward the bed had told him how much she enjoyed him being at her mercy. Aside from ensuring their encounters didn't interfere with each other's personal lives, there were no boundaries. He could do whatever he wanted with her and vice versa.
The respect had been there from the beginning.
She grabbed his hair again, reiki skirting up the strands and singeing the tips of his ears. "Don't you dare."
His smirk was bordering on feral, as was the rest of him, and he dropped her onto his cock. Kagome cried out, body clamping down at the intrusion, and he allowed her to catch her breath, tongue sliding up between her breasts as muscles rippled. When the pulses became purposeful, he raised his head, eyes gleaming. "Better?"
"Only if you start moving," she bit out, nails digging into his shoulder.
"As you wish." His hips snapped forward, igniting the heat in his stomach, and he pinned her against the tiles. All thoughts of food and rest flew from his mind. This was what he wanted, what he'd been craving since his meetings had concluded. There was something about the way she writhed that kept him coming back for more.
Her name escaped his lips as he continued to pound into her, muffled against her neck as he sought release. It would be a while before he was satiated, but he knew she could keep up. He'd thought the first time to be an anomaly, but she reached for him as many times as he did her, often waking with his cock in her mouth, hands already wandering.
The visual reminder had him draping her legs over his arms, his pace relentless as he changed the angle. She never complained, but there was something about this particular position that she enjoyed more than others.
She moaned, body arching as she took him deeper, helpless to his onslaught as the heat continued to rise. The fatigue from his flight was long forgotten, eyes glued to her face as he waited for the telltale signs she was close. She'd been so vocal about it in the beginning, egging him on with dirty words and soft mewls. But after a few surprise climaxes while exploring every inch of her body, Sesshoumaru found he enjoyed the ones where she had no control over her reactions more.
Her toes curled, thighs clenching against his arms, and she bit her lip to stave off release. "Come with me," she said, crying out as he hiked her up higher.
"Only if you scream," he panted, hands pressed against the tiles to keep her in one place.
"That all depends on your performance." But even as she tried to keep a brave face, reiki began to burn, and she leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his head as she held on. The sound of her climax echoed off the walls of the tiny shower, and he surged forward, keeping their bodies interlocked as he exploded. The time apart had left them both pent up, his desperation only making it worse, and it was a while before he could catch his breath.
She was content to hold him until the feeling returned to his legs, her nonsensical cooing appeasing his baser instincts. Nipping at her ear, he slowly lowered her to the floor, both of them washing their hair in silence. Once the water had been shut off—completely cold by now—he towelled her off.
She gave him an odd look as the soft fabric was run over each limb, and he squeezed the excess water from her hair before doing the same to himself. She managed to finish with her lotion before he swung her into his arms again, depositing her on the bed before covering her naked body with his own. He still needed to recover, but until then, he would bask in the enticing scent of soap and something that was ultimately her.
"I think that might be a new record," she mused. "I'm surprised all of our clothing is in one piece." She ran her fingers through his hair, her chuckle lacking her usual exuberance. "Did you miss me that much?"
Raising his head, Sesshoumaru captured a hand, amber eyes glinting as fangs dragged across her pulse point. He felt her shiver as if it were his own, placing a kiss at the centre of her palm. "And if I did?" He watched her, noting each emotion as it flickered across her face. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held fast, brow raising as he awaited her response.
She sucked in a breath, eyes sliding from his to her hand and back again. "Is this more?" she whispered. Her anxiety was palpable, and he commended her for voicing the question he could not.
"It is whatever you wish it to be," he replied.
Kagome shook her head, forcing him back as she sat up fully. "That's not good enough, Sesshoumaru."
"Why not?"
"Because we need to be on the same page!"
"Are we not?" Her eyes flashed as the dragoness made her appearance, and his chuckle only made it worse, her snarl ready to singe them both. He pulled on her hand, leaving her off balance as he grabbed her by the neck and claimed her mouth. It was teasing, as it always was, but as she tried to pull back, he slanted his head, tasting her fully.
Her hands flexed against his shoulders, still hesitating, and he curled his tongue around hers, all but begging her to respond. He felt the moment she finally gave in, body sinking against his as her scent shifted. There was a sweetness to it that had always been just out of reach, hidden behind the barrier that held her heart, but he refused to allow her to keep a secret any longer.
The urge to see her above all else had confirmed it for himself. The relief he'd felt the moment he'd seen her face had been staggering, and though he'd been distracted by her lack of dress and willingness to join him in the shower, he'd known there was no going back.
A quick breath of air was all he allowed before he devoured her again, both hands cupping the sides of her face as he held her close. There was a soft whimper, but he couldn't tell which of them it had come from, her body pliant as he took his fill.
"I hate it when you leave," she confessed, rubbing against him. Their legs were a tangle of limbs as they readjusted, and she found him first, sinking into his lap with a moan that had her tossing her hair over her shoulder.
"I hate leaving," he agreed, arching under her. She was so tight and hot he thought he might explode, even with how quickly the first round had gone. Finding her balance, she raised up on her knees and sank down on him again, muscles clenching. He cursed under his breath, and she tugged on his hair.
"Such a filthy mouth. I didn't wash you thoroughly enough the first time."
Sesshoumaru grunted, smacking her ass with both hands before gripping the plump flesh. "It is likely due to the lack of hot water. We will try again later." She nodded, then pushed on his shoulders. He obliged her request, though his hands never left her thighs, even as she continued to move.
She cycled through a combination of movements, body rolling as she sought release. The desperation had ebbed, though it had been replaced with something just as consuming. She leaned over him, the back of her fingers tracing the marks on his face. "I want to hear you say it."
His eyes flashed crimson, and he thrust his hips up, capturing her mouth when she tipped forward. She dragged her tongue across his fangs in retaliation, mimicking the movements of her body and leaving him a quivering mess.
How had he thought to come out of this unscathed?
"Say it," she repeated, eyes hard.
"Kagome—"
"Say it." If she wasn't human, she'd likely have snapped in his face, and his cock swelled at the thought.
"I missed you." The words were easier to form than he thought, and she smiled at him. Not a smirk or the fake tilt of her lips when she was trying to get her way; a genuine smile.
She was breathtaking.
She cupped his face, pulling him into a kiss that spoke of devotion rather than the deviancy of their current activity. Sesshoumaru dug his hand into her sheets and rolled them over, hitching her legs higher before continuing her rhythm. She gasped against his mouth, both arms snaking around his neck as she held him close. "I missed you, too."
He wasn't aware of how much he needed the words, but they left his mind spinning. The second time she said them was his undoing, entire body shuddering as heat washed over them in waves. He inhaled deeply, suddenly pulling back at the scent of her tears, and she grabbed his hair, kissing him soundly.
"Happy tears, I promise," she said, tugging at his bottom lip with her teeth.
"Due to the lack of warm water, I am sure." She yanked on his ear, and he turned them on their sides, snaking an arm underneath her to keep her close. "There is only one possible solution."
"Oh?" She gave him a skeptical look, reiki sizzling under the surface as she lay poised to attack.
"Indeed. You will have to move in with me." He enjoyed how the idea took root, her mouth slowly dropping open at the realization he was serious.
"That's cheating."
"Any tactics shall be used in order to secure victory." He jumped as she pinched his side, though his arm remained around her waist. "Is that a yes?"
Kagome raised her chin. "I don't know. I think more begging is an order." If she thought to deter him, she was going about it the wrong way, claws stroking her hip.
"A sacrifice I am willing to make."
She pushed herself up onto an elbow and ended up draped across his chest. "Really?"
"Hnn."
She clicked her tongue, resting her chin on her folded arm as she gifted him another smile. "Maybe I should come up with a longer list of demands, then."
"You have but to ask."
She groaned, burying her face in her arm. "You're not supposed to be this easygoing about it! You're supposed to argue so I can revel in my victory when you give in after seducing you again!"
He kneaded the flesh of her ass, his free hand pulling her leg over his hip. "You are welcome to do that anyway."
"Damn right," she huffed. Grabbing his hands, she intertwined their fingers as she climbed on top of him. "And this time, stay still."