Sugar, We're Going Down Screaming by MissLibra

Table Manners

One Shot Challenge: Manners

“The test of good manners is to be able to put up pleasantly with bad ones”

-Wendell l. Willkie

The human miko reluctantly stepped out of the car, her black and white fur boots crunching in the blanket of snow that covered the side of the street. One would imagine the usually jubilant and cheerful woman to be gallivanting though the snow in excitement for the arrival of Christmas after a long awaited moth of shopping, decorating and cooking. If you thought this, you would be wrong. The dark haired woman took a deep breath as she looked at the house that sent a nervous tremor down to her dainty finger tips hidden beneath her leather gloves.  This was her first Christmas dinner with her boyfriend’s family, the highly esteemed and tremendously wealthy and powerful Tashios. She had met his brother and his father briefly when she had brought him lunch at his work at the firm. She was not impressed. Both men seemed to bit a bit more laid back then her cold significant other, but both lacked the interest in her which made her feel more inadequate then she originally felt to begin with.

Before you jump out of your seats, it’s true. She was dating Sesshomaru Tashio, the heir to the west and apart of one of the remaining few pure demon families. Most demons were mixed and their power deluded through the passing and mixing of genes. The strongest families left were that of the Inu pack of the west, the Ookami pack of the north, the Ryu clan of the east, and the Kuma pack of the south. All of them had the power and genes to keep their blood line strong and retain the social power they had back in the old days. She worked at a small café that Sesshomaru attended every morning, ordering his black coffee every morning along with his daily paper. She had admired him from afar, not thinking much of the occurrence, only making sure to place his coffee and paper at his table exactly at seven o’ clock when he arrived punctually. One day he came into the café when she was not working and asked her fellow co-worker where she was and why his coffee was not where it supposed to be. Her friend Erie tripped over her words to answer the harsh and aggravated demon only to have him turn and walk out at her answer. She did not come into work because she asked for the morning of Christmas to be off and she would come in for the night shift, forgetting to inform the young woman who took her shift to have the Inu’s coffee and paper ready at exactly seven o’ clock.

That same night, she was cleaning the tables, only one man occupying a small table and nursing a large coffee, half asleep kept her company until a familiar face walked through the glass door. The Inu youkai had come back and sat at his usual table, looking to her and raised an eyebrow. She blinked her sapphire eyes at him before getting the message and delivering his coffee and that morning’s paper to his table. He took his paper and sipped his coffee as she turned to go back to her station behind the counter when he spoke to her,

“You will remain here in the morning hour. I do not like to repeat myself and your absence was unacceptable.” He spoke with such a bored yet demanding tone that it had her hooked. She smiled at his words instead of getting mad before out right laughing. He looked over the edge of his paper at her, his coffee brought to his perfect lips before a smirk graced his handsome face,

“You are odd, miko.”

As they say, the rest is history. Every morning she would present him with his coffee and when she got the night shift she would have instructions for the person who took her shift along with a small note for Sesshomaru. And every time he would come in, he began to speak more to her until one day he walked in, sat down at his table and told her, “This attire in unacceptable for my plans with you. Change. I will remain here.” He sipped his coffee and opened his paper, waiting for her to do as he said to prepare for their first date.

Ten months later, here she was, attending the Tashio family’s Christmas gathering. She felt a strong large hand be placed on her lower back, she turned and looked up at her six foot six Inu demon that looked as calm and apathetic as ever. She shook her head, “I’m not ready for this. What if they don’t like me, Sesshomaru?”

He looked down at his small woman, dressed in a white coat and black scarf, her dark hair in a curled long pony tail that rested on her shoulder with a knit hat upon her head. Her ocean blue eyes were filled with uncertainty and worry that made the inu want to sigh exasperated. It had taken every bit of persuading to get the woman to come and now that she was here, she was asking questions. The woman was as infuriating as she was attractive, though he was used to the cheerful-smiling spit fire rather then the self conscious woman who stood by his side.

“Whether they like you or not is not my concern. If they mind their tongues they are of no consequence.” He gave her a light pressure against her back to lead her down the path way of the large manor that belonged to his father. Once lead to the door which was adorned with a large sparkling wreath, he did not need to knock for the door was already opened to reveal the beautiful alabaster face of his mother who was dressed sharply in a professional black dress with pearls, her hair up and a long cigarette between her fingers. She smiled, “Sesshomaru, so glad you could make it.” She looked towards the girl and raised an eyebrow; Kagome knew instantly who Sesshomaru took after, “Oh another one. This will be interesting.” She said with a smirk of her red painted lips before turning and walking down the entrance hall towards the main room, “Touga my son has arrived.” She called.

Kagome wasn’t sure how to take that. Another one? She looked at Sesshomaru but it was a useless attempt, seeing that his face didn’t change in the least. “Is interesting a good thing?” she whispered to her boyfriend as he took her coat and handed it to the awaiting butler who already had his masters coat in his arms. He placed Kagome’s coat on top of his along with both their scarves and gloves. Kagome wore a white sweater dress with a tiny silver chain that rested on her hips like a belt. She wore a pair of black leggings underneath that matched the black on her fur boots.

“Interesting is interesting, miko, nothing more.” He said a-matter-of-factly before placing a hand on the small of her back again and leading her forward down the hall. Their path was stopped by another man who looked much like Sesshomaru, who Kagome knew at Touga Tashio, her inu’s sire. The man offered a smile as he walked toward them. He gave his elder son a hug and a pat on the back though the stoic demon did not return it before looking at the young woman. He offered his hand to her and the woman took it gratefully.

“Pleasure meeting you again, Ms. Higurashi.” He said, he’s harsh tone he took when she met him at the firm was gone and replaced with a strong yet pleasant sound. She smiled at him,

“You as well, Mr. Tashio.” She replied before the sound of a loud bang and crash of plates hitting hard wood floors. The elder Tashio turned and walked into the living room with Sesshomaru and Kagome close behind. The living area was large and beautifully decorated in all kinds of old artifacts and book cases. She watched as a servant picked up the broken glass tea cup from the hard floors, another woman who looked down her nose at the working girl only turned away though it was clear she was the one who had foolishly dropped the tea cup. Kagome’s kind heart and sympathy for workers, since she was a server herself, kicked in and she pushed herself between the too large inu youkai’s and towards the mess. She kneeled down and began to pick up the small pieces, placing them into her palm.

The servants soft brown eyes went wide, “No no miss, I can get this-”

Kagome shook her head, “Its okay. It looks like you could use some help.” She smiled at the girl and warmed the servant’s heart as they picked up the pieces together. They chatted lightly as they finished and the servant led Kagome to the kitchen to throw away the pieces in her palms. All parties sitting down blinked at the occurrence. None knew who this woman was save the youngest Tashio brother who was surprised at her being here. His brother was not known for his monogamous, long lasting relationships. Sesshomaru sighed through his nose softly and but was inwardly proud at his woman’s humble manners and tendencies, knowing she felt the need to help a server who had a job much like herself.

“Who was that?” the snarky tone of a pristine woman rang through the silence. All eyes fell on Inuyasha’s girlfriend Kikyo, who was dressed in expensive Armani pencil skirt with a beautiful and just as expensive silk shirt; her hair pulled back and her posture perfect. She was not known for her politeness and her made up face held a look of annoyance when she wasn’t being fake.

“That was Sesshomaru’s girlfriend, Kagome.” answered the soft spoken Izayoi who smiled and sipped her tea politely. She sat next to a sharply dressed man who had his arm resting on the back of the beautiful red and gold couch where his fiancé sat next to him, the man looked at his best friend and whistled,

“The Sesshomaru I know wouldn’t go after sweet girls like her. Are you sure she wasn’t paid for this event?” said the cheeky man, who was met with an exasperated look from his best friend.

“Miroku, you are to be silent.” He replied as the man’s fiancé, Sango, hit his knee, reprimanding. Miroku only lifted his hands in the hair innocently. “So where did you meet her?” he asked, focusing back on his friend. They had been friends since high school, both intelligent yet Miroku always seemed to make up for Sesshomaru’s lacking attributes such as his humor and people skills. “Business dinner? Meeting? Country club?”

“The café.”

“Of the café- the café?!” Miroku was stunned. Not only was she this small sweet woman but she met him at a café? “Oh um like a business meeting right?” he asked, trying to retain the image of his friend he had always known. Sesshomaru looked at him bored as he walked over to the coffee table and poured himself a glass of Brandy.

“No. She works at the café.” He answered. The whole room was quiet and starring at the man as his they had never laid eyes on him before.

“She makes coffee?” Kikyo said slowly as if trying to grasp the concept.

“For a living?” Inuyasha finished; his gold eyes wide.

Sesshomaru casually took a drink of his glass, enjoying the burning feel of the liquid on his tongue, “That as well as run her family shrine.” He answered. Even without the youkai in the room, a human could hear a pin drop at the silence. It wasn’t until the pleasant Izoyai spoke that the silence was broken,

“Oh that’s wonderful, dear. She is quite pretty, yes?” she said and looked at her mate who was still trying to figure out who was walking in his sons skin and if he should find some sort of doctor or medication for him. “Touga?” she said again.

“Yes? Oh, yes she is. Son, I am surprised, as are we all, of your choice.” He said and walked over to his eldest, “You usually do not choose women of inferior backgrounds—”

“Sorry for the wait, I should’ve introduced myself before—” Kagome paused in mid sentence as all eyes landed on her. She blinked her ocean blue orbs and felt the rise of a soft blush form on her cheeks from the attention, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t interrupt anything did I?” she asked.

“No, of course not, Kagome. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Sango.” Sango stood and offered her hand to the girl. Sango was a good two inches taller then her, around five-seven to her five-five. She was a beautiful woman who wore a pair of dark jeans and a beautiful pink turtle neck with a diamond necklace, her long brown hair up in a pony tail. Unlike the other woman, she seemed very friendly.

“Nice to meet you.” Kagome said, meaning her words sincerely.

“That is Miroku my fiancé, him and Sesshomaru go way back. You’ve met Inuyasha and the woman with him is his girlfriend Kikyo and his mother is Izoyai. You’ve met Mr. Tashio and Sesshomaru’s mother, Himeno.” Kagome smiled and nodded to each person that Sango introduced though she got the feeling she was not well liked by Kikyo or Himeno, though the latter seemed to be a willing to be a bit more pleasant.

There was an awkward silence as the group inwardly assessed what they saw before them. Some looked at Kagome and tried to find what was so special about her while others simply wondered what to talk about at the dinner table since occupation might be a touchy subject. There was a moment more before Sesshomaru placed his glass down on the coffee table and walked toward his woman. He was not very happy with the behavior of his family though he couldn’t blame them either. He never brought a woman to Christmas dinner nor has he ever had a woman who was human. They were in shock and if not for the look of disdain on his half brother’s wench and his mother’s lips, he would’ve been cordial about it. Kagome happily took the opportunity to be closer to her safe house as Sesshomaru put an arm around her small shoulders.

There were the soft steps behind them then the tinkle of a small bell like voice, “Dinner is ready.” Called the servant from before who now wore a smile on her face. Kagome smiled back at the woman before Sango placed a hand on her arm, “I’ll do get the children, would you like to come with me Kagome?” she asked with expectant eyes. Kagome smiled and nodded. She turned to Sesshomaru to look for his opinion. The taiyoukai nodded once before Kagome smiled and kissed his jaw softly before walking with Sango up the stairs to the children’s room.  

Once the two women were gone, everyone made their way towards the large dining room. Touga took his seat at the head of the table, his current mate took her place on his right and his past mate placed herself on his left. Kikyo sat next to Izoyai while Miroku left a space for Sango to sit next to Himeno. He wasn’t a fan of Sesshomaru’s mother in anyway just as much as she was not his biggest fan either. They left the other head of the table and the chair to the right open for Sesshomaru and Kagome. Sesshomaru and Inuyasha placed their coats on their chairs before making their way to the wine cellar with Miroku in tow. It was always the eldest son’s privilege to pick the wine for the meal and even after centuries, the rule never changed.

“Sessho, you have—”

“No.”

“Sorry, I mean Sesshomaru,” Miroku corrected himself, “You have to tell me. Is she good in bed? Does she secretly own millions? Does she do freaky? What? There has to be a reason why you brought that woman here, above all other youkai women you seemed to prefer prior to her.” It was like talking to a brick wall. Sesshomaru didn’t even acknowledge the man’s existence as he looked through the racks of wine, Inuyasha taking his place leaning against the wall as he rolled his sleeves up to his elbows,

“If you are waiting for an extravagant reason, you will find none, monk.” Sesshomaru answered, a looked of boredom on his face. Inuyasha scoffed.

“I bet she’s a freak between the sheets. That’s why. Probably sucks him off in the middle of his tee time.” The hanyou laughed at the image in his head before an ice filled glare was sent his way, silencing him. Sesshomaru placed the bottle of wine back before taking another and looking at it.

“You will talk about her with respect, hanyou, or I will teach you some.” He said as he turned and walked back up the steps to the main house. Miroku and Inuyasha close behind,

“Sesshomaru, come on, man. You never dated a human before. That has been your brothers M.O. There has to be a reason why you chose someone as sweet and less privileged as Kagome.”

“Perhaps this Sesshomaru enjoys the company of the woman.” Both men stopped in mid stride before looking at each other.

“Did he just…”

“No. No way. That’s Sesshomaru, for fuck’s sake!”

“But he did—”

“He has to be fucking with us…right?”

They jogged up to Sesshomaru and walked with him back to the kitchen where the chef took the wine he had chosen with a bow. Sesshomaru walked back into the main dining room, a look of annoyance do to the two babbling buffoons who chose to follow him. Not to mention the topic was shared by the occupants of the dinner table as well.

“She is of low birth with little connections if any, even the perverted monk found a woman who owned her own business.”

“I completely agree,” Kikyo said with a nod toward the she-inu across from her, “the woman is ill-bred and serves coffee for a living. She is a commoner with no pedigree or manners.” Sesshomaru inwardly scoffed at the woman’s words. Manners. His miko had more manners in her little finger then his mother and Kikyo combined. Sesshomaru took his seat at the head of the table, parallel to his father as Inuyasha took his seat next to Kikyo and Miroku between the two empty seats on either side of him.

“Oh, I think she is wonderful, considerate and very kind, don’t you, Touga?” asked Izoyai who lived in her own little world where everything was perfect. The woman rarely got made and only knew two emotions: happiness and disappointment though the latter was rare.

“She seems to be kind, indeed.”

“Kind does not make a good mate. Kind makes a soft and weak person who makes their mate weak.” said Himeno who sipped her tea, an arrogant air about her. Izoyai did not take the jab at her personally only smiled and shook her head, while Touga glared at the inu-bitch.

“I don’t believe so.”

“Izoyai, with respect, I believe Himeno has a point. The woman is a weakness, she will make Sesshomaru look bad in the media. I think—”

“Really?” said the stoic taiyoukai, flaring out his aura making every at the table silent and staring at him. “Because this Sesshomaru finds it hard to believe your brain could handle such a task as that.” Kikyo opened her mouth to reply only to have another ripple in his powerful aura silence her and hold onto Inuyasha’s arm. He looked to everyone at the table, silently warning them that his patience was wearing thin on the topic they had chosen.

“Really? I couldn’t imagine!” an excited voice said, coupled with laughter by the two women as they walked into the dining room, obviously being amused by a story Sango told. When Kagome walked in behind Sango, Sesshomaru brought back his aura like pulling in a cloud from the room and letting the air back in, never letting Kagome nor Sango know that it had ever flared. Kagome walked up to him and kissed his lips softly before sitting down next to him with a bright smile that seemed to be an amazing contrast to the cool look of the taiyoukai. Kagome looked at the table and found herself given very different looks and feelings.

There was a silence before Izoyai opened up conversation, “So Kagome, why aren’t you with your family this year? I assume they would be very sad that you are not having Christmas with them.” The servants walked into the room with trays of the first course, a shrimp cocktail, placing each tall glass in front of each patron before bowing and leaving. Kagome smiled at the soft spoken woman,

“We celebrate on Christmas Eve, ma’am. We have a festival at the shrine where everyone wears their traditional wardrobe and there are game booths and the lighting of prayer candles and decorating of the sacred tree. Sesshomaru attended with me to meet my family so it was only fair that I accepted his invitation to his family dinner.” She said with a smile as she looked at her set up around her. Her smile fell. She blinked. There were four forks. Four. Four forks. Who in the world needed four freaking forks? Which one did she use? Big one? Small one? Tiny one? Medium sixed one? Damn it all. Why were there four? She looked from the three forks on her left to the fork at the top. Okay Kagome you can do this. Inny minnie miney moe…

Sesshomaru cleared his throat as he watched her eyes glance back and forth between the silver wear, biting her lower lip. She looked at him with large eyes like a child who feared to be reprimanded. He lifted the small fork with a small smirk. She looked at the fork before flashing him a beautiful smile and picked up her own fork. He chuckled softly before looking at the table who all watched the event with unwavering eyes, fearing they would miss something good. He gave a glare and they all returned to their own meal.

“A festival, right?” Kikyo spoke up, Kagome nodded, “that sounds rather droll. Aren’t the shrine festivals all the same? Do you make any money?” she asked. Kagome wasn’t sure if she was meaning tobe rude or just asking a question.

“Oh no. There are different festivals for different occasions. And we only make profits from the food stands, the games are free.” She said with a smile as she took a bite of her shrimp. Kikyo visibly rolled her brown eyes at the girl.

“Sounds like a waste of time for something non-profit.”

Kagome was sure that the woman was simply being rude now, no doubt about that. Sango gave Kikyo a glare while Inuyasha sent her a worried look, not wanting her to piss of Sesshomaru who had already gave him the ‘check your woman’ look.

“I think that sounds fun,” Sango said with a smile, “When’s the next one? I’m sure Miroku and I could make time to attend.” Kagome’s spirits brightened as she began to tell the woman of the New Years festival they had on the grounds. The other at the table began to discuss what they had just seen not moments before. Inuyasha looked at Sesshomaru and smirked,

“Come on Sesshomaru. She didn’t even know what fork to use.” He said. Sesshomaru set him a glare before picking up one of the butter knives and stabbed down with an audible thump without looking at where he was aiming. Inuyasha’s ears dropped as he looked as his hand, the end of the butter knife stuck into the table cloth and the wood of the table between his middle and ring finger. He gulped as his eye twitched.

“Come again, little brother?”

Inuyasha took back his hand silently and shook out the tremors in his fingers from the close call. Sesshomaru turned back to his food and idly listened to his miko speak of her home enthusiastically. He could see the two women towards the end of the table give her looks while Miroku was still checking her out as if he was missing something, all of them rude in their own way save Izoyai and Touga who seemed to be speaking softly to each other on the other end of the table.

“So Kagome, what exactly do you do?” Miroku asked with a charming smile while Sango glared hotly at him and Kikyo and Himeno smirked.

Kagome blinked innocently at the question. The servants walked in and began to take their finished courses away as more servants walked in and placed the food on the table. Before them were dishes of all kinds, red meats, rice, vegetables, potatoes and sauces. Once the servants had bowed and left and Kagome said her thank you’s to them, she finally answered the monk.

“I am a waitress at a coffee shop off K and 12th street.” She answered with a smile, “But I’m currently studying to be an archeologist at Tokyo University.” She was proud of what she did and who she was so she didn’t catch the sympathetic look that Miroku gave her. Everyone talked idly, asking Kagome questions as while talking about them selves though conversation usually went back to Kagome. There was a sound of a small tingling as Kikyo placed her fork down on her plate.

“Okay I think we’re all beating about the bush here so I’ll make this quick,” she looked at Kagome with a critical and harsh glare. Kagome flinched before Kikyo place her elbows on the table and intertwined her fingers as she gazed at the girl. “What are you doing is someone like Sesshomaru?”

“Excuse me?” Kagome said placing her own fork down, looking at the woman incredulously; unable to comprehend that someone would be so rude to someone they barely knew.

“You are a waitress who goes to a mundane university with no money to your name and lack familial title. Sesshomaru is apart of the elite—”

“Woman.” Sesshomaru’s harsh tone rang through the silence as Kagome’s sapphire orbs glared at the woman.

“He is a wealthy business man and the heir to the west empire. What do you have to offer him?”

“Desist.”

“You can not even provide him full youkai children nor are you the right material for the media and good press. You are plain and simple. You do not come up to par, at least not for someone like Sesshomaru.” With that she took a bite of her rice as if she had told everyone the weather. Miroku had his hands on his fiancé to keep her from grabbing the woman’s throat though he knew she was too proper to do such a thing in front of Touga and his wife. Izoyai held a look of disappointment while her mate placed his hand on hers as he gave Inuyasha a glare. The hanyou only looked down to avoid the looks. Sesshomaru glared at the woman before turning to Kagome who stood.

“Excuse me.” She said softly before turning and walking out of the dining room. There was a heady silence before Sesshomaru broke it, his aura flaring.

“Are you satisfied?” he asked, “You call her common and without pedigree yet here you are acting like children.” His aura shifted as he closed his eyes and a smirk came to his face. “But I see now I have gone about this the wrong way. If you are to have no manner then why should this Sesshomaru show any to you?” he looked at them all who seemed to look at their food though Kikyo still had that haughty air about her. There were a couple minutes of silence before Kagome walked through the door and took her seat, anger seeped from her aura. Though she hid it well.

She was not going to let this bother her. She was bigger then this. All she had to do is get through dinner and she would never be back here again. She was sure that Sesshomaru would not make her come back. She hoped. Kagome took a bite of her rice and looked at Sesshomaru as she felt a hand on her leg. Their eyes met and she could see that he was worried about her, she simply nodded and turned back to her food.

“Kagome, I’m so sorry for what Kikyo said.” Sango was the first to speak, Kikyo scoffed, “She didn’t mean it really, we are just curious about you.”

“It’s okay, really, I—”

That same strong hand that rested on her thigh just moments ago began to move toward more intimate places of her anatomy. She looked at Sesshomaru who simply took another bite of food. She looked back at Sango as her body tingled with delight as that hand spread her thighs.

“I-I’m fine. I understand that I’m not—” She gasped as she felt the nylon of her leggings give under the sharpness of her inu’s claws. All eyes were on her at that moment, waiting and wondering, she blinked and laughed fakely, “I forgot to tell you that-that-that I’m only half Japanese!” she smiled at them, “Yes, my father was from the states. I-Ioooooh” she felt those skilled fingers slide under her thin lace panties, finding homage on the wet folds that lay beneath. Instantly she used her reki to cover her scent from the demons around her, hiding the smell of her arousal.

All eyes blinked, she gripped the table.

“Wa? Iowa! Iowa, yes, he was from Iowa.”

Inuyasha raised an eyebrow, “Iowa?”

Kagome plastered on a smile and nodded vigorously. Sesshomaru continued to eat silently. He did his best to keep from smirking as he ran his claw gently up her folds before flicking her engorged clit. Her eyes went wide, “Yes!” she shouted making everyone at the table save her taiyoukai jump. She coved her mouth with a shaky hand, “I mean, yes, Iowa.” She smiled and took a bite of her food. The others looked at each other and began to eat again, all engaging in their own small conversations. Kagome gripped the table, biting her lip as those long fingers spread her dripping folds, and a tapered middle finger slipped inside her,

“Oh my..” she breathed, Inuyasha and Miroku looked at her, she looked back at them as she racked her fogged mind for an answer. “This-this-this fish is amazing. Wow, I mean I cant believe—” she bit back a moan, hiding behind her hand, she opened her eyes and smiled, gritting her teeth, “Mmmmm this is good!” she said and swallowed, that slender finger pumped her wet and trembling cavern over and over, rubbing her clit as it moved. She felt herself try to meet his thrusts so she hooked the toes of her boots on feet of her chair, her thighs still wide open under the covered table. She placed a hand on her head as she felt shocks of pleasure run up her spine, biting her lip hard to keep from moaning out loud. The clawed hand between her dripping pink folds circled her clit, her breathing came out in labored pants, her hand went over her mouth. Miroku elbowed Sango who looked at the girl, while Inuyasha and Kikyo stared. Finally, as Sesshomaru raised his glass of wine to his lips, he grazed his claw over her clit.

“Are you feeling alright, Kagome?” Sango asked.

White flashed before her eyes as the coil inside her lower abdomen released.

“Sesshomaru!!” she half moaned half yelled. Everyone froze in their place and stared at Kagome who panted in her seat. Sesshomaru placed his glass down and turned to her,

“Yes?”                 

She panted before standing quickly her chair screeched across the wood flooring as it moved back. “I feel really sick, I’ll be right back.” She said and turned and quickly made her way out of the dining room, her juices absorbed by the leggings she wore, though the whole in the crotch of them meant they had to go.

Sesshomaru stood as he patted the corner of his mouth with his napkin, “Excuse me.” He said before he left and followed the soft scent of his woman to the hall bathroom. Before he could even knock on the door, it was opened by the small woman who looked at him before grabbing his tie and pulling him into the bathroom with her, her lips crashing onto his. He easily lifted her into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and kicking the door closed behind him. Their tongues dueled as he lifted her onto the marble counter, seating her on the edge. His hands slipped down her back to her thigh, taking a good grip of the blasted leggings and with a tug they tore from her body, leaving only pieces sticking out of her fur boots. Soon her panties met the same fate. She nibbled on his bottom lip, her hands moving from his hair down his chest to his belt buckle. She couldn’t get it off fast enough,

“Sesshomaru, that was awful.” She mumbled against his lips. He smirked.

“Mmm, you liked it.” He yanked down his zipper and let his pants fall to the ground, his boxer briefs never stood a chance as Kagome’s hands found them.

“You have horrible—” she gasped as he grinded his throbbing rod against her wet folds, “—table manners.”

He chuckled, “Hnn.” He replied before grabbing her just under he knees and surging forward, thrusting himself deep inside her. She cried out as he filled her, stretching her exquisitely. His own growl echoed off the bathroom walls as he continued to thrust into her, her moans and mewls only had him wanting more. Her human nails dug into his back, the pain mixed with pleasure had him rushing to his end even faster. He lifted one leg to rest on his shoulder, allowing him deeper access, the hem of her dress around her waist like a belt.

“Harder. Oh god, harder.” She cried out. He smirked as he moved her leg off his shoulder and pulled out of her. She was about to weep in despair before he placed her on the ground and turned her over so she was bent over the counter, without a second thought, he thrust into her again from behind. She let out a moan, grabbing onto the sides of the sink. He used his demonic speed to quicken his pace, her short screams of pleasure ricocheting off the walls around them. Seeing himself sliding in and out of her wet pussy only made the experience better and he stored away the idea of a mirror for later use.  He found himself getting closer to his end,

“Who fucking you, miko?” he asked, his voice deep and harsh with passion as he leaned over her.

“You are.” She moaned out. He bit her shoulder and she let out a cry.

“Who is bringing you pleasure, miko? Who is fucking you?” he asked again as he let go of her shoulder.

“You are, Sesshomaru!” she cried as that coil inside her tightened. He slipped his hand between her legs and dragged his claw over her clit as he thrust into her ruthlessly two more times. The dam within her broke and she came with his name on her lips, her inner walls tightening around his cock, milking his own completion from him, a howl to the victory of his own conquest. They both paused in the after glow of their love making, Kagome resting her head on the cool marble as Sesshomaru found his breath and pulled himself from her dripping cavern.

He smirked and picked her up, sitting her on the counter once more and cleaning her with a wash cloth and some water. She smiled at him as he pulled up his pants, and zipped and buckled them for him. She fixed his tie as she smiled at him contently. She knew she loved this man and this small content smile on his lips was saved for just her. He helped her off the counter before walking out of the bathroom, his arm around her waist. They walked back to the dining room and were greeted by embarrassed looks and flushed faces. It was obvious that no one at the table were ignorant of what had just happened, save Izoyai who took it in stride and smiled at him with her hand on her cheek and Himeno would got up to go have a smoke out on the balcony.

“Kagome is not feeling well, we will take our leave now.” Sesshomaru said as he turned to the door again,

“It was nice meeting you all.” Kagome said with a smile before Miroku looked at him,

“You don’t want dessert?” he asked with a knowing smirk. Sesshomaru tilted his head and gave a small smirk himself, a twinkle in his amber eyes,

“This Sesshomaru has already had his fill.” With that he led his woman back to the main entrance hall, who blushed and gently hit her taiyoukai on his muscled chest.

There was a silence at the table as they were served their dessert.

“Such a nice girl. Very well mannered.” Said Izoyai who smiled and took a bite of her ice cream. There was a thump as Inuyasha’s head hit the table exasperatedly.

“Mother, please.”

“Well she is.”