Detour by Inumaru_Rapture

One-Shot for Koishii-beloved

Kagome huffed and shuffled through the photos she was deciding on for the new issue of the Tokyo Journal (if it exists, I don't own it). She couldn't quite decide on which image to go with for her new article. As a world renowned photojournalist, she had to make sure the image she chose directly related to the article. With a huff, she put the three pictures down onto her desk, slamming her palms onto either side of the offending images. They were all good, but none were jumping out at her. Her friend popped her head over the side of the half wall that divided Kagome's work area and hers.

"Still can't decide?" She asked, her brown eyes sparkling in humor. Kagome looked up at her friend and grinned.

"Have you ever known me to decide quickly?" Kagome asked, stretching her arms over her head. "What about you, Sango? Have you finished that article on that new law?" Sango's face scrunched into a frown.

"No. None of the photos I took of the Prime Minister are good enough...I mean, the man blinks so much, ¾ of all the pictures I took are with his eyes closed or mid-blink!" Sango threw her hands up in defeat. "If I didn't have Miroku choose one for me, I'd still be working on it."

"Which did he choose?"

"This one," Sango passed the photo over to her friend. Kagome looked at it, nodding.

"It's good. You're getting much better, Sango!" Kagome chirped and handed the photo back. Sango beamed with pride at the compliment before waving and ducking back down to finish her layout.

The Tokyo Journal allowed each of its photojournalist's one - two pages, depending on the story, in which to write and create their own articles. Kagome was the leading photojournalist the magazine had, and was usually sent to investigate stories in other countries. Her latest is of the conflict between whether or not the killings in Darfur, Sudan can be considered genocide. With a sigh, Kagome turned from the images and returned to the long wood table that was littered with books, papers, newspapers, pens, and anything else you'd expect to see in an office. Normally, she was organized and tidy, but while choosing a photo to print, her office looked as if a tornado went through it.

"Have you finished that Darfur article?" her editor-in-chief asked, pausing by the opening of her office, a manila envelope in his hand. Kagome looked up at him, her mood lightening from the sound of his sexy, masculine, baritone voice.

"Not yet. I'm having trouble picking the picture I want placed on the very first page... the other two images, I'm fine with... but I want it to create an impact." Kagome bent down to pick up a book that had fallen from her desk. She was aware of his sexy golden eyes checking her ass out, and wondered if her short skirt was giving him a worthwhile look. Clearing his throat as she stood, placing the book back on the table, and smoothing her skirt with both hands, he entered her office.

"May I have a look?" 'you just did'--she thought.... "Perhaps I can offer some insight," his voice was cool, stable, and not displaying any of the lust or desire he felt. Kagome nodded, moving to her desk to show him the pictures she was debating over. Her editor-in-chief strode the one and a half steps to her, looking over her shoulder, his torso leaning upon her shoulder. Kagome blushed lightly, pointing to the first image.

"This one, I like because it shows the fighting in the background and the corpses in the foreground...this other one is more like a widescreen view of the massacre...and the last..."

"Go with the first one," he instructed. Kagome looked over her shoulder, and up into his eyes.

"Oh? Why is that?"

"It will capture more attention than the other two... you want to make a lasting impression? Then go with the first one." His hand pressed upon her lower back as he reached his other hand to pick the image up. Kagome blushed harder, trying not to be aroused by the man beside her, especially while discussing and looking at images of death, corpses, and blood. Maybe she was a closet masochist... Suddenly a thought hit her.

"Hey, Sesshoumaru-sama, what are you doing after work?" The thought slipped out of her lips before she could grasp onto it for more than a few seconds. Her boss's elegant eyebrow rose as he looked down at the now beat red woman beside him.

"Going home, why?"

"Ah, nothing, I don't know why I just asked that!" Kagome blurted, laughing nervously. Sesshoumaru bent over her, pressing his torso and hips into hers. Kagome's laughing stopped abruptly as he whispered into her ear (while simultaneously putting the photo back onto her desk)...

"Maybe you asked because you would like to see how I am in bed?" Kagome's face flared as she opened and shut her mouth like a gaping fish. 'How the HELL could he have guessed that?!' Kagome's mind screamed. Before she could retort, he was backing away, chuckling.

"Hn," he smirked as he left her office; Kagome was still trying to come up with a retort that wouldn't be telling a lie or telling the truth.

**

The rest of the day was miserable for Kagome, Sango and Miroku plagued her for her embarrassing conversation with their boss, teasing her relentlessly. Once the post boy, Inuyasha, found out, he was going about telling everyone that Kagome had the hots for their editor-in-chief. Kagome tried to slink as far under her desk as possible while finishing her article up. Sometimes her coworkers were really immature.

On her way out, Kagome received a call from her mother.

"Higarashi-san! Phone-call. I believe it is your mother," her young intern, Shippo, called, chasing after her. With a sigh, she returned to her desk to receive the call.

"Kagome, dear, its mama," her mother's voice all but yelled over the other line. Kagome pulled the receiver away from her ear.

"Yes, mama, I know it's you. What's up? Why are you yelling?"

"Ah, sorry, the window's open. I had to borrow your car... I hope you don't mind. I have to pick up Souta from his game in outer Tokyo."

"... Mama, you know I just got off work... I could've gone to pick him up..."

"Yes I know, but you're so busy! Besides, can't that friend, Sango, bring you home?" Kagome rolled her eyes.

"Yes sure, mama, I'll see you at home..." Kagome muttered as she hung up the phone. She glared at the phone for a moment before swearing under her breath. Sango didn't drive... she got rides from Miroku (so she said...just so no one would catch on that they were living and sleeping together). Kagome rubbed the bridge of her nose. She checked her watch and groaned... It looked like she was going to have to walk—since she missed the last bus to the train station...

"Higarashi-san, you're still here? I thought you had left already," a deep voice said from behind her, making her jump. She turned to look at her boss.

"I had tried to... but apparently, my mother has stolen my car..." She muttered and bowed. "Please excuse me; I need to go if I'm to catch the next train home." She started to walk by him.

"I could give you a ride..." He offered cursing his lack of control as a little bit of hope crept into his voice. This is something he had been dreaming of since she had come to work under him. She was a beautiful, sexy, mature woman who was extremely intelligent, took amazing pictures, and captivated everyone she came to know. Earlier that day, after his little...trial to see how she would react to a little flirting...and hearing the office boom into gossip that she liked him...well, he wasn't going to let her get away.

"I couldn't burden you..." Kagome replied, bowing to him.

"If it was a burden, I would not have asked. I do not have anything waiting for me at home....aside from a lizard and some fish." Kagome giggled lightly and bowed.

"If you insist," she replied, waving her hand in the air slightly.

"I do," his reply made her heartbeat quicken and her blood heat... god he sounded blissful!

"Lemme grab my bag then..." She murmured, turning to pick up her briefcase that held her laptop and a small digital camera; her good camera was locked in a safe at home. With a bright smile, Kagome left her cubical and went in the direction he indicated with his hand, holding it out to her. They proceeded to walk to the elevator, silently, both lost in their surprisingly similar mental thoughts: "God I hope something happens..." "She's in for one hell of a ride..."

**

"Sesshoumaru-sama, what's your lizard's name?"

"Please just call me Sesshoumaru outside of work... I get enough of the -sama at work. My lizard's name is Jakken... he's a lazy little thing." Kagome laughed.

"I have a lazy cat named Buyou. He's really fat and old, but my mom likes him that way, so..." She shrugged, showing that she couldn't do anything about it. Sesshoumaru smirked, pulling onto the street that would, eventually (in about 30 minutes) bring them to the side street that would lead to her shrine. Along the way, however, was the perfect little side street that leads to the park of the Imperial Palace. [A/N: Shush. I know the Imperial Palace only has a garden that most people can't go to... it's a story! Fiction!!! lol]

They spoke briefly—filling the vehicle with idle chit-chat. Kagome was very nervous. She hadn't wanted to admit that her co-workers were right...but being so close to him in his little VW Jetta, and being so close as to smell the sexy cologne he was wearing...she was having a very difficult time keeping her mind off him.

He stopped at a stop light, a mass crowd of people walking in front of the vehicle.

"I heard an interesting piece of gossip today..." He started, glancing at the silent girl next to him. He noticed her shoulders stiffen.

"Oh? I thought you didn't listen to the gossip..." she mentioned, motioning to him that the light had turned green. The vehicle accelerated with the traffic.

"Normally, no, but this piece of gossip involved me."

"Oh." She replied dumbly, hoping it wasn't what she thought it was. "And?"

"Apparently, one of my employees thinks I'm quite attractive." Her face flared red. A small triumphant smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he continued: "I never thought myself that attractive, but I am not a woman. What do you think?" Kagome could've smacked him. That was one hell of an evil question. If she was to answer it too quickly, in either the positive or negative, it would be bad; though, if she answered that she thought he was sexy, she'd get teased forever...and if she answered that she didn't think he was sexy (which would be a lie), she might lose her job. So, after a moment's hesitation, she replied:

"Everyone has their own opinion of what is attractive." 'Good,' she thought, 'that should tide him over.'

"And what is your opinion of attractive?" She wanted to strangle him....or kiss him senseless, she really didn't know which one.

"Uh...well, I like intelligence and spirit. Physical looks aren't that important to me." She knew that was borderline lie...but she shrugged.

"Oh really?" The smugness in his voice irritated her, somehow. With a huff she turned her head away from him.

"Yes, really. Some people really aren't shallow enough to only like someone for their beauty. Beauty is only skin deep. Men who want those fake magazine women want airbrushed, plastic women who make up less than 5% of the entire world's population of women. Men and women who look so toned and perfect on those dumb magazines are not natural! No one is supposed to be that toned, muscular, or friggen tan!" She growled out the last bit and gnawed at her bottom lip with her blunt little teeth. Had she not been so miffed, she would've noticed the ridged shoulders of the man next to her. With a glance, she looked over at him and saw his eyes trained to the road ahead of them. She suddenly felt very badly.

"Sesshoumaru...did I say something that upset you?" He waved his hand nonchalantly in the air and stopped for a stoplight. He was right next to the street he had had in mind, though now he doubted it.

"No, I upset you. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I was just ranting. I've not had too much luck in the looks department. The last boyfriend I had..." she trailed off and looked away, her right hand clenching over her left arm until her knuckles were white. Sesshoumaru watched her from the corner of his eye. With a quick decision, he turned the corner of the intersection and, ignoring her questions, drove to a secluded spot of the park. He parked the car, and turned it off before shifting to look over at her.

"You are very beautiful, Kagome. I, for one, am not one of those who think that the thinner or the larger the chest the woman has, the more attractive she is. The sexiest woman to me is one who speaks her mind, has intelligence to match any conversation, and talents beyond how they fuck." Kagome blushed at that last part. There was a hooded glaze over his eyes and Kagome felt herself compelled to stare into their molten depths. She had come into the car wanting this man...but when the conversation of sexiness came about...she had just started blabbering away.

"I apologize for my comments. I did not mean to upset you."

"The only thing that upset me, Kagome," he muttered, his hand reaching over to push a strand of hair from her eyes and tucked it behind her ear. "Is that you seem to not like men with my structure..." Kagome blushed dark.

"I had no idea, Sesshoumaru," she murmured, suddenly very conscious of everything in the car—the heavy beating of her heart, the pulsing of the blood through her veins, the gentle throb in her loins...his husky breath, the soft swirl of their mingling hair... Kagome couldn't resist as she put her hand onto his thigh. When a soft moan left his lips, Kagome found she couldn't resist those lips... they pulled her to him, called for her to lick them, to kiss them; to ravish them until they pouted with desire for more... She leaned up to him, her hand sliding down his thigh until her fingers thrummed over his inner thigh...with a gentle gasp, his hand cupping her chin, their eyes mingled in golden oceans before shutting to darkness and connecting at the lips.

The kiss was not, by all means, innocent. It began with the gentle caress of lips, but their touching skin sparked a passionate flame that had their arms wrapping around each other, gripping hair and clothing as tongues battled, teeth scraped, and moans left both figures. Finger tips brushed over heated skin, sending shocks of electricity through their nerve systems. The need for air overwhelming, Kagome pulled back, her lips plump from their abuse. Sesshoumaru studied her with his molten gaze as she huffed softly.

"Are you sure you want to be doing this with me?" She whispered, despite her hands caressing his thigh and clinging to the back of his neck—fingers tangled in his hair. Their breath mingled as he smirked.

"If I didn't want to do this with you, I never would have told you I think you are beautiful, Kagome," he whispered before claiming her mouth as his own. With that confirmation, Kagome unbuckled herself and crawled onto his lap—never once breaking the kiss.

Sesshoumaru moaned into her mouth as she lowered herself onto his lap. She blushed at the feeling of his erect penis pressing against her legs. She moaned as one of his hands pulled her shirt free from her skirt and dove inside to feel her belly skin. She arched her back into him, rolling her hips, as he found a breast and began to tweak the nipple through the fabric of her bra.

"Aahh..." her mewl of pleasure murmured from her lips as he moved from her mouth to her neck, sucking and nipping at the porcelain flesh above her collar bone.

Kagome growled in pleasure as he bit her collar bone and sucked hard. Sesshoumaru groaned as she growled and bit harder. One of his hands gripped her thigh and ground her hips into his, while the other groped and teased a breast—the nipple hardening into a hard pebble at his ministration. She moaned as his other hand moved from her hip and moved down towards her thigh, his thumb pressing and rubbing her inner thigh. She could feel herself getting wet. She couldn't remember the last time she has had sex—and her body begged her to just get on with it. She moved her hand down, digging nails into his chest as he groaned into her neck.

"Mmh, do it again," he growled in her ear as he took her sensitive earlobe in his mouth. Kagome shivered and raked her nails down his chest again. He moaned into her ear and Kagome dropped her head back, arching her back so her torso pressed against his. Their lips met in a feverish battle of domination as her hands wove under his shirt and raked down his chest again. He hissed into her mouth before biting her lip and swirling his tongue around the abused flesh.

A knock on the window startled them. Kagome flushed dark red as a light flashed into the car. Sesshoumaru rolled down his window as Kagome slid into her seat next to him and hid her embarrassed face.

"Yes, officer?" Sesshoumaru growled.

"The park's closed. Take it somewhere else." The officer growled and stalked away. Sesshoumaru growled softly as he put his window back up. He pressed his head against the head rest and sighed heavily. Kagome looked at him. He glanced down at her, and then Kagome burst out laughing. Sesshoumaru looked at her as if she had lost her mind, but his face relaxed and he chuckled to himself as he put the car into gear.

"So what now?" Kagome asked, looking at him with tears at the sides of her eyes and rosy red cheeks. Sesshoumaru pulled the car to the road.

"It's up to you. Either I take you to your home, or I take you to mine." Kagome blushed.

"I'd like to meet your lizard, Jakken..." Sesshoumaru's lips pulled into a smile as he pulled back onto the road going back the direction they had come. He would show her his home, his lizard, and his bed. Kagome smirked to herself at her bold decision. Tonight was just beginning and she would make sure he would be sore in the morning.