FIREMENS: A New Beginning by PurpleProseNinja

The First Spark

Chapter 01: The First Spark

With a clatter and a curse, the doorknob to a quaint apartment turned.  Using her foot, Kagome nudged the door open and teetered in.  Resembling a mule rather than a young woman, she carried two bulging bags loaded with groceries on her hips.  Slung over one shoulder she toted her laptop and over the other was her purse.  With a kick, she shut the door behind her.

Her heels were the first to go.  She vigorously shook off one and used her toes to pry the other shoe off.  Tossed aside, she left them where they landed and tromped across her tatami mat floor in her stocking feet.  The kitchenette was just off to the side and she carefully set down her two bags on the narrow counter.  She dropped her laptop and purse on the low dining table behind her and went to work putting her groceries away.

There was a sweet, comforting scent filling the apartment.  A scent that inspired a sense of nostalgia in her as much as it provoked her stomach to grumble.  She put the last box of noodles into the cupboard and leaned over to check the rice cooker.  Timed to be ready when she stepped through the door, the rice in the cooker smelled delicious.  She hit the button on top of it and the door popped up, releasing a plume of steam.  Inside, she could see an even bed of white kernels in the bottom of the metal bowl.

Driven by hunger, Kagome crouched down in front of her small refrigerator and pulled out some leftover fish from the day before.  She set it down on top of the dining room table along with the rice cooker and an empty bowl.  Some pickled daikon sounded good too, but when she opened the cupboard, her hand stopped.  A tall slender bottle had caught her eye.  Sake.

Kagome didn’t usually drink.  Even in college, she tended to be the good girl.  The sensible girl.  At parties, she always had only two drinks.  And to her friends’ chagrin, she nursed them all night until it was time to leave.  Her saving grace however, was that she wasn’t stuck up about her prudence and she didn’t look down on others when they passed out on a stranger’s couch.  It just wasn’t her.  She liked to think everything through.  No surprises.  No recklessness.

But this evening felt different.  It was a Friday, and the push to meet deadlines at her job had been brutal over the last few weeks.  Today was the last day.  All of the reports were turned in.  Her work was done.  But still, she felt tense and wound up.  Even the pleasant smell of rice couldn’t shake it.

Kagome picked up the bottle.  It was a birthday present from Eri from a year ago when she turned twenty.  She blew on the bottle and dusted it off with her fingers.  Then she put it in her microwave and heated it up.  In her cupboard, her dishes rang as she pushed them around in her search for her sake cup.  By the time the microwave dinged, she had found it, and she placed her cup and the hot bottle of alcohol on her table.

The summer sunset was turning her yellow curtains gold, and she parted them to let the warm light fill the room.  Down below her second story apartment, she could see the fire station.  Red-orange in the sunlight, the fire engine was parked out on the driveway in front of the big, brick garage.  A couple of yellow buckets frothing with soapsuds were set casually around the truck and one young man stood beside it, spraying it down with a hose.  He wore a pair of old, olive pants with red suspenders and a tight, navy-blue shirt.  His hair was short and silver.

‘A youkai,’ Kagome thought.  By that hair, he must be one of the human-like, animal spirits.  There were a lot of them in the more strenuous professions, like the police force or the military.  Those sorts of jobs played to their natural skills of strength and agility.  Very few sought out a boring desk job like most humans did.  With all of the overtime she had been putting in since she moved into this apartment, she hadn’t even realized that there were demons next door.

A jet of water splattered over the fire engine as the youkai fireman washed off the dust and road grime.  Staining the white concrete gray, rivers of water flowed down the driveway and into the gutter.  When he was done wetting it down, he dropped the hose and the nozzle turned off.  He walked over to one of the buckets and reached in.  Pulling out a sopping sponge, he began to wipe the truck’s panels, leaving foamy trails as he went.

Behind him, another fireman crept up.  Dressed similarly, his hair was a brighter white and he had a pair of little ears sitting on top of his head.  Kagome slid her window open and a gust of the warm breeze brushed against her face.  The second fireman headed over to the hose and silently picked it up.  Oblivious, the first one was scrubbing the rims when a gush of water struck him square in the back and up the side of his head.

“Inuyasha!” he roared and then gurgled when the blast hit him in the face.

“You’re on fire, Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha yelled, keeping the jet planted on his face.  “I have to put you out!”

“You will die!”  Sesshoumaru leapt behind the truck and in a flash, circled around it to tackle him.

“Oh, shit!” Inuyasha cursed and dropped the hose.  He sprinted away before Sesshoumaru could pounce, cackling as he ran. “You smell like wet dog now!”

“Bastard,” Sesshoumaru muttered, and he threw his sponge into the bucket.

With her hand covering her mouth since the assault began, Kagome giggled.  The youkai looked up and terror filled her.  Quickly, she made like she hadn’t been watching and set up her dishes and drink so that she could sit down at the table.  The demon looked away, and she sighed with relief.  Plopping down on a cushion, she sat by the floor-length window and let her gaze drift again to the fire station.

Obviously disgusted, Sesshoumaru tugged at his clinging, wet clothes.  His pants were more or less dry, but the shirt had to go.  He shrugged off his suspenders.

Kagome sipped some of her sake.

Crossing his arms, he grabbed his shirt at the hem and pulled it over his head.

Kagome downed her sake and blindly poured another cup, causing some of it to spill on her table.

His torso was rippled with sinewy muscle, and as he stretched, every hard curve moved with him.  With the inside-out shirt now tangled around his strong, corded arms, he sighed and tossed the soggy mess onto the ground.

Kagome gawked and drank.  And gawked some more.  She followed the groomed planes of his chest as he reached down into the bucket and grabbed the sponge.  She watched the elaborate play of his back muscles as he scrubbed the side of the truck, and she delighted when some of the sudsy water dripped onto his abdomen and followed the grooves down his ripped belly.  She hardly noticed when he picked up the hose and washed the truck off.

Sesshoumaru climbed into the cab and the throaty engine turned over.

Kagome blinked, startled by it.  When did he dry it?  When did he clean up all of the buckets and put the hose away?  She couldn’t remember.  A warm mist seemed to be fogging her brain.  She picked up her bottle of sake.  It was empty.  When did she drink all of it?  She laughed, “I’m losing my mind.”

A loud, rhythmic beep sounded as he backed the truck into the garage.  And when that was done, the garage door lowered, and he was gone.

Dusk had fallen and Kagome sat in the near dark with a silly smile plastered on her face.  She couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or the abs, but she felt great.  Maybe it was both.  She stood up and closed the window.  Afterward, she stumbled into her bathroom, leaving her half-eaten food out on the table.  She shouldn’t do that.  She was supposed to put it away.

Kagome stared at herself in the mirror, not recognizing the disheveled girl grinning back at her.  Everything felt surreal.  She had never drunk that much before.  She unbuttoned her blouse and unzipped her skirt, and tossed it all into a heap beside the hamper.  Her nylons were flung next to them along with her bra and panties.  She pulled on a fresh camisole and put on some new panties before hobbling back to the room and to her folded futon.

Practically falling into it before she was done laying it out, she crawled on top of futon and pulled her twisted up blankets over her body.  Half-covered and half not, she didn’t seem to care as she slipped away into an easy sleep.

The window squeaked.

Kagome’s eyes opened wide.

There was the soft scrape of it sliding open and the refreshing night breeze rushed in.

With her messy bangs hanging over her eyes, she peeked up from her pillow.  In the opening, a silhouette crouched.  Shirtless, his skin was pale in the moonlight and his short hair had an ethereal silver glint to it that made her gasp.  She huddled down into her futon and pulled her blanket over her head.  It was the youkai fireman, Sesshoumaru.

She heard his soft landing as he alighted on the other side of her table.  Slowly, he approached, his quiet footsteps growing louder until she could feel him standing over her.  The heat from his body rolled off in waves, penetrating her blanket and her heart raced.

“You’re on fire,” he said with a smooth, baritone voice that shattered the silence in the most pleasing way possible.

“No-No, I’m not,” she squeaked.

“I have to put you out.”  He yanked away the blanket.

Wait, wait, wait!” she stuttered.

Ignoring her pleas, he crouched down on top of her.  Crumpled under him, she stared up into his golden eyes and watched them glimmer.  Just by looking at her, he held her in place and when he dipped down for a kiss, she couldn’t stop him.  Soft and moist, he pressed his lips against hers.  At first she was cold to him.  Terrified.  Aroused.  She couldn’t make up her mind.  But he was so warm and gentle.  Slowly, she moved her mouth, accepting his kiss.  What was she doing?  She was the sensible girl.  She shouldn’t want this.

Sesshoumaru parted his lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth.  A throbbing burn pulsed through her center as their tongues melted over and under each other.  His well-built chest hovered over her, held up by his muscular arms.  Down the line of his long torso, she could see the two deep grooves at his hips converging toward the thick bulge at his groin.  Knowing what was there, a new wave of heat coursed through her.  He pulled his lips away.

“You’re on fire,” he said again.

Kagome whimpered.

“I have to put you out.”  Putting his weight onto one side, he reached for her soft breast. 

She moaned, arching into his hand as he cupped her.  Massaging her breast gently, he pinched her nipple softly between his fingers, eliciting another moan.  He bent down and kissed her lips again.  Gentle.  Slow.  Safe.  And with a rip, he tore open her camisole.

Exposed, she cried out into his mouth.  His hand felt for her bare breast and he tugged on her tawny nipple.  She writhed under him, the sensation sending new blistering sensations through her.  His mouth left hers, and he began to set searing kisses down her jaw to her throat.

“My clothes!  What are you doing?!” she blurted out.  And then she gasped as his questing mouth sought her nipple.  He sucked on it tenderly at first, leaning onto his other elbow so that he could fondle her neglected breast.  But his ministrations grew rougher and her gasps grew more impassioned.  Waves of need shot through her and boiled deep inside her center, demanding something.  Anything.

Sesshoumaru leaned away.  His hand slipped off his suspenders and then reached down to unbutton his pants.  As he unzipped them, she saw his hard member pushing through.  Veiled by his boxers, it throbbed as his hand grazed it.  He pulled down his pants and took them off all while keeping her captured beneath him.

Done, he collapsed back down on her, his skin rubbing against hers.  He kissed her again and his hand wandered, finding a breast to fondle and pinch.  She moaned and her hands gripped his back as he slid between her legs and began to grind.  Back and forth, he rocked into her, his member rubbing against her center.  Her back arched when its head brushed against her clit, overwhelming her mind with an insatiable haze.  All of her worries and constraints seemed to burn away in the heat tightening in her core, and when his cock slipped out, she slid her panties aside and pushed onto it, hoping to squelch the yearning.

She was ready and Sesshoumaru pushed in, her slick wetness inviting him.  Kagome gasped as he filled her, stretching her walls in a good way.  He sat up and pulled her legs up until her heels rested on his shoulders.  Open to him, he looked down at his cock buried inside her center.  His hand glided down her inner thigh until he reached her soft mound of dark hair.  Inside, he felt for her clit, and she whimpered when he found it.

He chuckled darkly.  She could barely hear him above the rushing bliss that surged through her with every flick and roll of his fingers.  Slowly, his hips began to move, thrusting into her as he strummed.  Covering her face with her hands, deliriousness swept over her and she cried out with every rising peak of ecstasy and sobbed every time it ebbed away.  With expert timing, Sesshoumaru plunged faster, his hips slapping against her as he dipped in as far as he could go.  His fingers flew over her clit, until he felt her body seize up.  Like a vice, she tightened around him as every sensation, every torrent of fire strained into one crushing moment of complete rapture.  A shuddering scream erupted from her as her body convulsed, lost to the release.  Sesshoumaru grunted, straining as she pulled him into her ecstasy. Then he groaned and shook, enjoying every pulse as she milked him.

Sesshoumaru looked down at her.  Flush from her orgasm, sweat beaded on her skin and a satisfied smile played on her lips.  He smirked.  “The fire’s out.”

An alarm blared.

Kagome woke up with a start, her chest heaving in surprise.  It was dawn.  She searched around and spotted her alarm clock.  Feeling the top of it, she found the switch and turned it off.

“What the hell?” she muttered and ran her hand through her dark hair.  She looked down at her camisole and found it disappointingly in one piece.  She scanned the room.  There was no one there and the window was shut just as she had left it.  What was wrong with her?  What kind of dream was that to have?

A quivering aftershock radiated from her center.

She doubled over from the feel of it.  Inside, she felt relaxed and happy.  Every bit of work-related stress was gone, but now she had a whole new problem. 

Fires.

A/N: Ah, the re-imagining of FIREMENS.  Come back soon, MissK.  In the meantime, enjoy ladies, because this is my gift for all of Dokuga and for the overwhelming support we all give to each other.