Lucky in Vegas by MoonlightD

Waking Up

Kagome: POV

What a dream.

Feeling a cold breeze over mine body I tried reaching for the covers.

Funny... is this a real chest...with abs..

Waking up slowly from a sexy dream, I looking over my shoulder, I see a sexy 6 pack abs.

Oh my god! It felt real, cuz is real!

Snaping back to consciousness I find myself face to face with a pair of golden eyes with slit pupils and a silver hair with short bangs, I realize I don’t know where the hell I am or who the hell I’m with.

Think Kagome...

Ok, ok am in the Shinko Hotel, Las Vegas, no am not rolling in cash but I meed this vacation because I was about to commit murder.

Okay. We’re in the hotel. That’s clear to me.

But the the greek god look like he was about to murder someone, that one’s so clear.

So take it easy, Kagome. Proceed with caution.

Maybe start with—

“What the hell?”

Okay, language girl... but can you fucking blame me?

The men twists around and falls off the bed. I sit up at once and discover that I’m completely naked. Great. So is he.

“Are you okay?” I ask, leaning over the bed. He looks up at me, blinking himself awake, while running his hand over his bangs.

“What am I doing here?” he snaps, rising off the floor, he grabbed a blanked and clutch the sheets to cover his...

oh my his hug... 

“Why are you naked?” I say.

“Why are you naked?”

“It’s my bed.”  I’m doing pretty good so far, considering I could not even look the men in eyes. Am such a pervert, I blame Miroku.

I rub my eyes and look around for my bra and pantie. Where are they? I spot them across the room, decorating the lampshade. My aim last night was either awesome or for shit.

“Okay, hold on. I remember you,” I grumble, running a hand through my hair. It’s coming back to me, slowly and in a blur. I snap my fingers. “Maru!”

“Sesshōmaru” he corrects. He sighs, losing his sense of modesty, he drops the sheets and runs around the room collecting his clothes. And as freaked out as I am right now.

I appreciate the view.

Am not dead.

What do I do? Look away, not look away? What’s the best option here? I think I should avert my eyes, but where on earth was this guy from, even his hair was prettier then my and those hips...hmmm why for god sake can´t I remember anything.

“You got a tattoo,” I say.

“What?” he cranes his neck to look over his shoulder seeing a weird looking key, planted right on the side of his hips, cursing . The ink looks fresh, he must’ve gotten it last night. I can’t help grinning. People make shitty choices in Vegas.

“A key” he whispers, looking horrified.

“Fuck...” Then the man stops and looks at me quizzically. “Wait. Get up and turn around.”

My smile evaporates. Oh, shit. I wondered what that tingling feeling on my lower back was. I get out of bed—treating him to a full show—and check myself in the bathroom door’s mirror.

Fuck me. A keyhole, right above my ass.