Wrote this purely for the lemon one night I was feeling frisky from reading Alcestis' MiakaXNakago fic. If you like unconventional pairings, you better check out MiakaxNakago fics by Alcestis.
Out of character Kagome and Sesshourmaru, be warned.
Disclaimer: Hail Rumiko Takahashi for her characters. Purple shirt is Sherlock's and not mine (B Cumberbatch).
Disclaimer disclaimer: Just reiterating, this is was written purely for the lemon. Get ready!
SUMMARY:
Kagome felt hot everytime she sees him in the office. His purple shirt, his golden eyes, those delicious arms. He took notice of her because of her flaring green eyes that didn't back down from a fight. One day, it all just became unbearable and the need for release became just too great.
She couldn't bear it.
Easily a head taller than the rest of the males in the office, it's not hard to miss him. It's just the way he carries himself with such confidence and grace, it draws your eye unwillingly. It makes you turn around and take notice.
It could be the way his shirt fits him and his broad shoulders. The way his buttons strain a bit with the effort of keeping the lapels together when he moves. That wide chest that looks so firm and inviting. It makes you want to take a firm bite out of it.
It may definitely be because of his eyes. Those golden eyes that can pierce and dissect even the toughest competitors into giving in to his demands. Or mesmerize even the most prudish secretary into bending to his will for a last minute request. Those eyes that glitter golden when he's pleased and darken when he's concentrating.
It could also be his hair that flows to the middle of back. How it sways gently while he walks and how it looks so soft. Making you wonder how it would feel to wrap yourself around it. Or how it would frame his face when he bends over you and tendrils fall from behind his ear onto your chest.
But most definitely, it's because of his scent that she couldn't bear.