Infuenced by LadyDaniTar

Resurfaced

“Sesshoumaru…” The name slipped from Kagome’s lips, so softly that the former demon lord nearly missed it.

Hearing that name after so long sent her spiraling back in time to when she was just a teenager, running through Feudal Japan, hunting down jewel fragments, and fighting Naraku. She remembered the last time she had seen Sesshoumaru. It was just before she made her wish on the jewel. Looking around at all the friends she had made, her eyes had landed on him momentarily. He had stood off in the distance, his hauntingly inhuman eyes boring into her even from so far away. Sesshoumaru had always been like that since the unspoken truce was made between their groups—always watching her silently, the intensity of his stare burning a hole in the back of her head.

Why he had suddenly decided to fixate on her was unknown to Kagome. She had more pressing matters to worry about, so his odd behavior was pushed to the back of her mind as she fought and completed her quest. Since being sent home after making her wish, she had tried to forget about that time. She kept herself busy studying, working, doing anything to avoid lingering on the past for too long, afraid that the memories of those she missed would consume her.

It wasn’t until she uncovered a lost artifact for the first time that she allowed herself to reminisce. While excavating a tomb in Egypt, Kagome found herself sitting on the ground, covered in dirt and sweat, staring at an ivory doll she had unearthed. It had once belonged to the child buried there. Holding this precious treasure that had been lost to time, she found herself thinking of Rin. She wondered if Sesshoumaru had ever given her such things, like this toy.

From that day on, the spirits of those she had lost remained with her. They became constant companions as she explored ancient worlds and discovered others who had faded away, left forgotten. But now, in her time, in a small bookstore in the middle of Tokyo, one of the ghosts from her past was standing before her.

The sound of her agent coughing to get her attention snapped Kagome out of her thoughts. She felt a blush burn her face as she realized she had been staring up at Sesshoumaru in silence.

Standing up abruptly, Kagome turned to her agent and said, “C-can you excuse us for a moment?” Without waiting for a reply, she grabbed Sesshoumaru’s hand and pulled him behind her until they reached an empty corner of the shop. The store was nearly deserted now, with only one or two employees closing up for the night.

Kagome stopped in one of the aisles lined with towering bookshelves, confident that no one could overhear them here. She turned sharply on her heels and pointed an accusing finger at him. “Prove it.”

Confused, Sesshoumaru looked down at the glaring woman. “Pardon?”

“Prove it!” she repeated, this time practically hissing the words through clenched teeth. She needed to know for sure that this was the demon lord and not someone playing a cruel joke on her.

With a glare of his own, Sesshoumaru allowed a small pulse of his youkai to wash over her. He watched as recognition dawned in her eyes, the familiar feel of his power stirring something deep within her.

As if on instinct, her reiki responded. It reached out to greet his youkai, intertwining and dancing around his presence. The unexpected sensation elicited a small groan from Sesshoumaru. His glowing golden brown eyes glanced behind Kagome, and in an instant, it was his turn to grab her hand and pull her along.

He pushed open a nearby door he had spotted, pulling her inside a small supply closet and shutting it behind them. His eyes took on a predatory glint as he spoke. “Do it again.” This time, it was his turn to make demands.

“Do what?” Kagome asked, her back pressed against an old desk cluttered with books and boxes. The heat from earlier returned, covering her cheeks.

“Your holy powers. I want to feel them again,” he replied, his voice dropping even lower as he stalked closer.

Confused yet slightly excited by his request, Kagome obeyed, allowing her reiki to flow. It had been nearly fifteen years since she had done so, and the freedom it brought was exhilarating.

It lightly brushed along his chest, against his cheek, and down the length of his spine. The sensation left him growling with need. There was a slight sting to her energy that had him salivating; it had been centuries since he felt this kind of warmth mixed with pain. He needed more. 

Kagome let out a startled yelp as his large hands grabbed her hips, lifting her to sit on the desk behind her. She sensed his need for closeness as those same hands pushed up her pencil skirt and spread her legs so he could stand between them.

His overpowering youkai filled the room, enveloping Kagome in a suffocating yet exhilarating embrace. All she could feel was him, his presence invading her entire being. Her breath came in short, ragged pants as she tried to steady herself against the overwhelming force. Half-closed blue eyes peered up at the demon looming over her, and what she saw caused her heart to skip a beat.

Sesshoumaru had dropped his glamor, revealing his true form. It was a sight Kagome never thought she would see again. The magenta stripes on his cheeks appeared even more pronounced against the paleness of his skin, almost as if they were lengthening. The crescent moon on his forehead looked darker, more intense than she remembered. But it was his silver hair, cascading down his back and over his shoulders, that she missed the most. It shimmered under the dim fluorescent lighting in the closet, a ghostly veil of moonlight.

As he stared down at the dazed priestess, Sesshoumaru’s gold eyes fell to her parted, full lips. This was not how he had expected their reunion to go. If he was honest with himself, he had no clue how he would react upon seeing her again. But the moment her powers touched him, he was undone. The weight of her body in his grasp was pleasing, the softness of her shapely thighs mouthwatering.

Small hands reached up and grabbed the front of his shirt, clutching desperately as Sesshoumaru’s youkai continued to explore her body. He buried a clawed hand in the inky locks at the base of her neck, fisting them tightly and causing Kagome’s head to fall back with a gasp. His other hand gripped her thigh, spreading her open further as his aura twisted around her legs, creeping up slowly.

A primal need Sesshoumaru hadn’t felt in so long began to resurface. A need to dominate, to turn the petite woman around, bend her over, and push up her skirt so he could fuck her. His breath quickened, his eyes tingling crimson as his mouth filled with saliva. 

Just as Sesshoumaru was about to give in to these instinctual urges, to lose himself in the heat of the moment, Kagome’s agent’s voice echoed through the store, calling out for her. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped on them, breaking the spell that had woven itself around them.

In the blink of an eye, Sesshoumaru found himself pressed against the door, his glamor back in place as his youkai receded. His breath came in harsh pants, his chest heaving as he tried to steady himself. His gaze locked onto Kagome, who was still seated on the desk, her legs trembling and open, giving him an unimpeded view of her damp white panties. The sight did nothing to calm the raging hard-on tenting his pants.

Another, slightly more panicked call of her name sobered Kagome up. “I… um,” she stammered and snapped her legs shut. “I need to finish packing up.”

Standing on shaky legs, Kagome pulled her skirt back down, smoothing out the fabric and brushing off the dust from the desk. Chancing a look at Sesshoumaru, she almost let out a whining noise at the sight before her. He was still breathing heavily, his one immaculate shirt now wrinkled and messy from where she had clung to him. Her eyes trailed further down his form, and she couldn't help but notice the sizable bulge in his pants, causing her blush to deepen.

Trying to avoid his heated gaze, she walked towards the closed door. Sesshoumaru moved to the side, allowing her to pass.

“I’ll leave first so you can have a moment to…collect yourself,” she remarked softly, her voice tinged with embarrassment from what they had just done.

As Kagome slipped out of the room, Sesshoumaru let out a loud, frustrated groan and ran a hand through his hair. His body still hummed with unfulfilled need, the scent of Kagome’s arousal lingering in the air, taunting him.

Taking a deep, drawn-out inhale, Sesshoumaru took the time to analyze and memorize her scent. He had expected it to remain unchanged, like a field of wildflowers on a sunny spring day. But just like her soft, shapely body, her scent had matured as well. It reminded him of the royal gardens he used to walk through in the Western Shiro when he was still the Lord of the West. The air would be filled with the elegant fragrance of lotus flowers on warm summer nights, their floral sweetness and refreshing citrus mingling with the humid air. Now, her arousal added a dash of spice to her scent, like cinnamon bark and cloves.

Sesshoumaru cracked the door open to let in some fresh air, willing his erection to subside. He felt like a pup going through puberty, allowing himself to be swept away by a comely female. Leaning his head against the wall, he growled as he felt himself begin to soften. With a steadying breath, he straightened his shirt and pulled his shoulder-length dark hair into a ponytail before finally exiting the closet.

Stepping out into the dimly lit rows of bookshelves, Sesshoumaru made his way back to the staging area for Kagome’s book signing. He found her there, packing up books as her agent was taking down posters.

“Allow me,” Sesshoumaru offered, stepping forward. He effortlessly picked up three of the heavy boxes, standing in place as he awaited instructions on where to take them.

The agent, happy to accept the help since it would have taken quite a few trips to carry everything, eagerly showed Sesshoumaru the way to the back of the shop and out to her van. He followed her, his movements graceful despite the weight of the boxes, carrying them with ease.

Kagome was left alone for the first time that day and took the opportunity to sit down and slump into a nearby chair. She covered her face with her hands, trying to make sense of everything that had happened. Sesshoumaru was here. He had come to her book signing. He had brought her roses. Then they had shared a weird, heated moment in a closet! She dragged her hands down her face and let out a heavy sigh. If Sesshoumaru was alive, did that mean others were too? Her racing thoughts were overwhelming.

Shaking her head, Kagome stood and got back to work. She would worry about that another time. Right now, she had to deal with the demon who was here, now, helping her agent load up her car like it was something he did every day and not like he had once been a murderous demon who killed anyone who dared get in his way.

As she finished packing up the last of the books, she grabbed the box and headed outside where she saw Sesshoumaru. He was lifting another load of boxes like they weighed nothing as her agent oohed and awed at his strength. Her heart fluttered at the sight. How was the same Sesshoumaru she had known? He seemed different… more relaxed and oddly timid despite his earlier actions in the closet

When he took the last box from her hands, Kagome couldn’t help but smile. “Thank you for your help, Sesshoumaru. I appreciate it.”

He nodded, his expression back to being stoic, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. “It was no trouble,” he replied, his voice still slightly husky.

Her agent, oblivious to the underlying tension, clapped her hands together. “Well, that’s everything! Thank you both so much. Kagome, you should head home and rest. It’s been a long day.”

“It really has!” Kagome laughed, bowing to her agent. “Thank you for all of your hard work. I look forward to our next event.”

Her agent bowed in return, then waved as she got into her car and drove off. The vehicle's tail lights faded into the distance, leaving Kagome and Sesshoumaru alone in the poorly lit alley behind the shop.

An awkward silence settled between them, their earlier encounter still lingering in the air. Kagome shifted nervously, glancing up at Sesshoumaru. “I, um, I need to grab my bag,” she said, her voice slightly breathless. With that, she dashed back into the shop, leaving Sesshoumaru standing alone.

Sesshoumaru watched her go, feeling an unusual sense of uncertainty. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, dialing Rin’s number. 

“Did she like the flowers?” Rin’s overly cheerful voice rang in Sesshoumaru’s ear, making him momentarily regret calling her.

“I do not know,” he replied honestly. Everything had happened so fast. One moment he was revealing his name to her, and the next she was dragging him into a dark corner. 

Rin continued to chop vegetables in the kitchen, her mate and kits playing outside, in the yard. Glancing down at her phone, she asked, “Where are you right now?”

Sesshoumaru ran a hand over his shirt trying to smooth the wrinkles still there, his gaze shifting to the back door of the bookstore. “I am outside waiting for her,” he said, pacing back and forth. 

“Of course you are…” Rin mumbled, knowing full well her father would hear it. “Invite her to your place for a nightcap.”

Sesshoumaru stopped pacing, considering her suggestion. “I do not wish to put her to sleep, Rin,” he said.

“That’s not what I meant! It’s an excuse to spend more time with her!” Rin was now waving a knife at the phone. She loved her father, but he was totally clueless when it came to social interactions.

Sesshoumaru paused, absorbing her words. Spending more time with Kagome did appeal to him, especially after their intense reunion. He took a deep breath and nodded, even though Rin couldn’t see him. “Very well. I will invite her over for a…nightcap.”

“Good,” Rin said, her tone softening as she resumed chopping vegetables. “And be yourself, no matter how awkward it may be.”

Sesshoumaru snarled into the phone before hanging up, the sound of Rin’s cackle echoing in his mind. He shoved the phone into his jacket pocket, closing his eyes to take a deep, calming breath. He could do this. Just ask her to come to his place and then… 

His train of thought came to an abrupt stop when Kagome came back out with a bag hanging off her shoulder and carrying the large bouquet of roses. Sesshoumaru couldn’t tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sway of her hips. The high heels she wore accentuated her legs, making her calf muscles firm and taut, while her thick thighs brushed together in a rhythm that captivated him. A tan jacket covered her small waist and hid most of her large chest from his view.

It was a drastic difference from when he first met Kagome. Back then, she had been a scrawny girl, dashing all around Feudal Japan, drawing attention with her odd clothing and youthful exuberance. Now, she had matured into a womanly figure that exuded strength and beauty—a transformation that pleased him very much.

“So…” Kagome began, her voice trailing off as Sesshoumaru continued to stare at her. She had so many questions but didn't even know where to start. “Why did you–”

“A nightcap.” The words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. “Come to my place for a nightcap.”

Kagome blinked in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. The unexpected invitation hung thick in the air between them, filled with possibilities. She searched his eyes for a moment, trying to discern his intentions. The flickering street lights cast shadows across his chiseled features, highlighting the deep honey color of his human-like eyes.

“A nightcap?” she echoed, her voice soft and tentative.

Sesshoumaru nodded, his expression softening slightly. “Yes. I wish to speak with you, and I believe a more private setting would be... conducive to that.”

Kagome’s mind conjured images of their earlier encounter still fresh in her thoughts. She felt a thrill of excitement mixed with a tinge of apprehension. The idea of spending more time with Sesshoumaru, of delving into the unanswered questions that had been swirling in her mind, was undeniably appealing. It was just talking after all. 

“Alright,” she agreed, her voice steadier now. “A nightcap sounds nice.”