Seductive Instruction by Arynn

Session 2

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. I do not profit from writing this. I am not nearly as creative as Rumiko Takahashi.

Session 2

The doors were locked when she arrived at least ten minutes early for her session. Kagome hadn't even set an alarm, long since used to running late despite such measures, and yet here she stood; sleep had evaded her all night, and, even now, she fidgeted with anticipation.

What could he teach her to top his last lesson? Somehow, the more valid question refused to surface in her mind – Sesshoumaru wasn't interested in her like that and, each time her thoughts strayed to the day before, she had to firmly rebuff herself: There's no point in fantasizing!

However, her reasoning didn't leave room for why she'd bothered showing up. Just as Kagome started to ponder on that, she caught sight of Sesshoumaru in the crowd.

There was no mistaking him. In a crush of locals and tourists alike, his height made him tower over the masses, and his was the only head of white hair to be seen. As he walked, the crowd seemed to part for him... women and girls alike sighed, not put off by his unusual facial markings, and the men seemed needlessly intimidated.

If he noticed her, standing beside the entryway, then he didn't show it. She was forced to follow in his wake, feeling slightly put-out that he hadn't acknowledged her. With a fortifying breath, she summoned the courage and charm that'd earned her notice in the Feudal Era.

“Hello, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she greeted, bowing her head marginally and averting her eyes as he shrugged out of his overcoat. The sudden unveiling of his leotard shocked her and, with its pale hue, caused her to momentarily think he'd completely disrobed.

Get a grip, Kagome! She berated herself, forcing the blush to leave her cheeks. He wasn't naked, and wasn't going to get naked – or, at least, she was pretty certain. Heck, she wasn't sure what'd she do if her girlish musings had been correct.

After an uncomfortable silence, Sesshoumaru turned and calmly demanded, “Disrobe and take position two.”

She removed her sweatpants with shaking hands, struggling to quell the rampant imagery even the simplest of commands prompted. It wasn't like he'd actually demanded she undress completely... even if she had taken it that way. As she struggled to remember what position two even was, she purposefully fixed her perfectly coiled bun – would he notice that she'd followed his demands?

“I do not have all day, Kagome,” he interrupted her musings dispassionately, looking eerily like the Sesshoumaru she knew from the past as he stood tall, no hint of emotion to be seen. Of course, that Sesshoumaru didn't use her name; he probably didn't even know it.

“I'm trying...” she trailed off, biting her lip harshly in frustration. Position two... how was she supposed to remember anything from yesterday, save for the feel of his hands? With his impatience, there was no doubt her incompetence would come to light and, at that thought, she decided to take a different approach. Jutting her lip and using doe eyes, Kagome turned and adopted a helpless tone. “I just can't get it. Can you please show me?”

Even as his eyes darkened, his lips turned downwards. The conflicting details made it impossible to get a read on him. Of course, he never had been very readable; for a moment, she worried his minute frown would dictate an annoyed demeanor, but, if he were displeased, then it showed in no other way.

“You've an honest wish to master this art?” he asked as he moved forward, allowing one eyebrow to arch and shocking her with the expression – so foreign were his actual displays of emotion that even they left one unable to discern the taiyoukai's motives.

With no hesitation, she lied and stated, “Of course. I might be a slow learner, but I'm persistent!”

“This is position two,” he murmured, abandoning an actual response in favor of closing the distance between them and, from a mere two feet away, demonstrating the pose. Well-defined muscles clenched and bulged under the pressure, and Kagome was unable to keep her eyes from his exposed skin. He must still practice fighting techniques, she thought appreciatively, it certainly looks like it...

Barely pulling her thoughts together, Kagome half-heartedly attempted to mimic his position. Although her lack of concentration stemmed somewhat from actual ineptitude, she could admit that the thought of his hands gliding over her skin had at least a little to do with it.

“Deplorable,” Sesshoumaru insulted without heat, his critical gaze sparking a fire that, unbeknown to Kagome, had her spine straightening in attempt to earn his approval. As he closed the remaining distance, her body tingled and tightened, hindsight allowing her the luxury of anticipation.

Would he carefully move her into the position? She hoped so, this time with no reserves; after all, there was no harm in appreciating a male's touch... the carefully constructed truths distracted her and left her unprepared for the sudden, firm touch she should have seen coming.

Instead of moving with agonizing slowness, firmly-pressed palms skated quickly, seeming as if they were everywhere at once. Fiery fingertips corrected her shoulders, hard-handed grips slid around her thighs, purposeful hands maneuvered her hips and, although done with speed, each touches continued burn ensured that, by the end, Kagome trembled under their combined affect.

“Uhm,” she muttered instinctively, senses on high alert and refusing to return to normal.

Sesshoumaru, who remained too close for comfort, smirked at the noise. Unfortunately, it was missed by Kagome, whose mind had drifted into daydreams that involved a ballet studio devoid of leotards. Or clothing of all sorts, for that matter.

“Kagome,” he intoned softly, forcing her attention to the present. When clouded eyes fixated on him, he continued. “Perhaps a different position.”

The suggestive words sent her heart pounding. Position? Suddenly the word seemed to take on another connotation. What cruel soul had allowed such a suggestive word to be used for ballet? It wasn't her fault that its usage brought to mind several positions she'd be willing to take for him... including one that, by definition, would please the inuyoukai.

With her mind in the gutter, it was no surprise that Kagome immediately abandoned position two and, with hooded eyes, shakily wondered, “What position did you have in mind?”

Immediately, his lips lifted at the corners into a tiny smile that had, in the past, sent a terrified shiver down her spine. In this time, however, Kagome could imagine it had infinitely more devious than deadly connotations... which sent a shiver of another kind down her spine and directly to her core.

“It cannot be shown, I will place you in it,” he smoothly informed her, voice an octave lower than usual... then again, who was she to say she knew his normal pitch? If only he'd make a move! She lamented mentally, aware that it would be dangerous – not to mention embarrassing – to make a move herself; after all, what if this was the taiyoukai's actual teaching method?

Kagome would have replied, once she found her voice, but his ego, it seemed, remained as large as ever. He required no confirmation to move forward and take her hips confidently in his hands or to forcefully jerk her around to face the mirror.

“Uhm?”

Whatever protests she might have made about his handling died at his next command.

“Put your hands on the bar.”

If there were any doubts as to his intentions, then they were immediately quelled. There was no mistaking what position she'd be in, and her rational side took up arms. Kami, he's serious... she thought in wonderment, mind speedily trying to figure out the best course of action...even as her hands reached out to clench the bar.

A discreet glance upwards ensured her, at last, that this 'session' would turn out as she'd hoped. Golden eyes were narrow, but glimmering, locked onto hers inside the mirror as they took in the sight together. He even wore the same satisfactory smirk seen when he'd eliminated foes in battle. That resemblance made Kagome shake. Was this another conquest? A personal battle he'd won?

The sobering thoughts gave Kagome pause. He hasn't won yet, she thought, allowing her lips to part tantalizingly before wetting them with purposeful slowness. Could she push the well-controlled taiyoukai beyond his limits? She could certainly try.

“Is this right?” She wondered, her husky voice twisting the innocent question into something else entirely.

“A worthy attempt,” Sesshoumaru conceded, his critical gaze and unruffled tone making Kagome frown. Why was he looking at her like that? Even she knew that this wasn't a ballet position... why was he still pretending? Two can play this.

Playing on his keen senses, she allowed her feelings to overtake her. Every image she'd previously held back she now brought forward and reviewed in detail – them both, naked, in the forest... or perhaps in a hot spring... he'd be in control, of course... and the images caused her arousal to pool so heavily in the air that even Kagome imagined she could smell it.

She sought his gaze in the mirror and was happy to notice that he'd stiffened, his posture rigid and he appeared to be taking more shallow breathes. His eyes weren't on her – not her face, anyway, and its direction made her mouth go dry. Had she affected him? Undoubtedly.

Now to score another point... “Help me, please?” She prompted, helplessly meeting his gaze as it snapped upward. She had to resist the urge to grin as his eyes narrowed, unhappy at being caught in the act... or perhaps he'd picked up on the unspoken challenge.

“The key,” he shocked her by replying immediately, “is in the thighs and back.”

He reached forward and ran an idle fingertip from her upper thigh to her ass, not bothering to stop at a decent place. She stiffened in response, bitting her lip to keep back an instinctive gasp as his wandering finger continued to draw idle patterns, leaving heated trails through the leotard.

Instead of praising her for whatever his 'correction' had prompted, he simply stepped forward, aligning him most dangerously. “Your back,” he said, voice deceptively soft, “should be arched.”

Kagome knew exactly what sort of arch he was looking for... or so she thought. She dipped her spine downward, kept her shoulders in place, and immediately wished she hadn't. The backs of her thighs brushed against skin, and her ass came in contact with what was, most certainly, his package.

Fighting the urge to panic, she kept a forced calm as she murmured, “Like this?” Accredited to luck, her voice didn't wobble, but instead purred – a wanton noise put into words, if she'd ever heard of such a thing.

Just as Kagome went to give herself another mental point, his hand came to rest heavily on her lower back. He pulled her gently, pressing her against him until she could clearly feel that the bulge had gotten bigger in the last few moments.

“Perfect,” he praised, voice so soft that Kagome thought she'd imagined it.

This is really happening, she fretted; while she wanted him, she still got the feeling that this indulgence would eventually become a problem. But what's life without a little risk? Kagome didn't know exactly what she'd be risking, but the experience would be worth it. And so will winning.

With a devious smile, Kagome slowly righted herself, taking care to keep her lower half in contact with his. Her back brushed his when she'd finished, and Sesshoumaru hadn't moved to give her more room. They were so close that she could feel his heartbeat, thumping rhythmically.

“Got another position?” She asked, tilting her head to see his face. His face, still impassive, stared at their bodies in the mirror. She knew what they looked like. It was almost a passionate embrace... if she allowed her head to rest on his shoulder... or if he wrapped his arms around her. But she refused to make the move that would turn this 'lesson' into something else.

Sesshoumaru finally smirked and glided his hands up her body. They ghosted by upper thighs, were phantoms past her hips, and came to rest just below her breasts. She could imagine them on her, cupping her; no doubt he'd be possessive – dogs usually were. As if pausing only to allow the daydream, they continued their journey. His hands swept past her breasts, purposefully gentle, and raced up her arms. Before she could figure out his intent, one hand continued upward and wound itself into her ponytail.

The harsh jerk on her hair forced her to straighten further, standing on her tip-toes and relying heavily on his body to keep her upright. Another tug to the side revealed her neck, smooth and pale, to his predatory gaze. Gasping, Kagome managed not to say anything. She wasn't ready to break his concentration, even if her mind continually whispered of which body part predators always go for... the thrill and danger of what he could do to her only caused her body to ignite and her heart to pound.

She could feel his breath on her neck as he lowly growled, “Several.”

Her point system was forgotten as Kagome felt the vibrations his growl caused rumble through her. His voice had been husky, but she couldn't see his face. Please just take me, she thought, shifting uneasily in his grasp. There's only so much teasing a girl can take!

If he took her that second, with no foreplay, she'd still be ready. There was no imagining it now – she could smell the arousal in the air, so heavy was it. Each exhale seemed to take longer than the last, the sound drawing out into almost-inaudible moans. Did he care? Was his control so iron that he'd be able to turn her away? That thought did it; she hadn't considered that he'd be able to tease without following through.

In a whimper, she asked, “Please, ah, show me?”

Without warning, the hand in her hair pulled her closer, twisted, and pushed her head forward, prompting her to spin and slowly walk forward. A brief flash of mirror passed too fast for Kagome to know for sure if she'd really seen it. Were his eyes rimmed red, or was that her imagination?

He guided her towards a row of benches by the only wall without mirrors. There was no time to ponder on the significance of this, because as soon as they were close he let go of her hair and fiercely instructed, “Resume your last position.”

Kagome put her palms on the cool metal of the bench without thinking. At the moment, she would have obeyed had he asked her to do almost anything. “Please,” she muttered, not wanting her clouded mind to clear – it was wrong, but as she long as she didn't actively think about it...

The sting and rip of her leotard giving way almost made her jerk away, but she merely gritted her teeth. A gentle caress removed the sting and continued to tease her by running passed her thighs, circling her clit, and tracing her hips. With her concentration focused solely on his hands, she almost didn't realize that, with the bottom of her leotard open, she was completely open to his gaze... a realization that she should feel embarrassed about; however, Kagome was more embarrassed by the fact that she wasn't embarrassed at all.

She craned her neck, hoping to catch his reaction to her, wondering if he would remain expressionless or if his desire would openly show. Just as he started to come into view, her hair was seized and yanked, forcing her to face forward. Obviously, he didn't want her to see him, though Kagome couldn't fathom why.

When his strong grip returned to her hips, she understood that the preliminaries were over. Moaning, hoping to encourage him, she ended up barely being able to breath properly as he pushed inside. Kami, are all guys this big?Stretched tightly around him, the feeling was both foreign, painful, and sinfully delicious in a way she couldn't begin to describe.

After a moment, the pain faded, and all that was left was a lovely feeling that Kagome instinctively wanted more of. She shifted, and then gasped at the friction. At the same time, Sesshoumaru let out a low hiss, unable to hold it back.

“Back arched,” he instructed, the smooth baritone deeper than before. He accompanied the new position with a short, harsh stab that made Kagome groan and see stars. She could hardly believe he still thought to direct her.

In response she arched up, meeting his next thrust and cheekily gasping out, “Perhaps... more... instruction?”

His answering growl reverberated, and his pace increased immediately, his thrusts becoming brutal and demanding, causing her to buck and bend in his grasp. Each time their bodies met, the wet, slapping sound echoed throughout the room, accompanied by her gasping groans and his harsh intakes of air.

Strangely enough, the echoing noises made the room seem larger, made it harder for Kagome to ignore their setting. Despite their session being private, the ballet studio was, in fact, still a public place. The doorway was made of glass. She caught movement from the corner of her eye and came to the realization people were still passing by. If anyone were to come inside the unlocked door, or even turn their heads, then they'd see them. For no real reason, the thought sent a spasm down her spine and caused her next moan to be louder than the last.

Desire began to cloud her mind, and any lingering thoughts of being seen fled. Who cares? She deliriously thought, tossing back her hair as the pleasure began to mount. Every hard thrust felt amazing, but now it slowly built, and she had the inane sense that she was being wound up like a top, about to be sent spinning.

Perhaps sensing this, she felt his hands begin to wander, moving from her hips to her shoulders. He pulled her back, giving her no choice but to meet his movements, and she found her lack of control thrilling and fitting. After all this time, he's still himself. Soft growls began to join the cacophony of sounds, low and dangerous, the same sort he'd made when frustrated in battle. When her eyes fluttered closed, she saw him dressed in armor, the untouchable lord of the past.

“Please!” Kagome gasped suddenly, although she didn't know why. What was she begging for? She didn't even know – her life wasn't in danger, that couldn't be it. “Please,” she felt compelled to say again.

For his part, Sesshoumaru didn't seem to acknowledge her pleas. His thrusts didn't slow, nor waver, but one hand reached around and found her clit. With a finger pressing into it, he made a soft noise of contemplation; suddenly, his grip tightened, and his speed increased threefold.

No longer could Kagome hope to keep up with him. Sped unparalleled, he hammered forward as her body began to hum. She felt as if she were on fire, as if the room had gone up in flames around her. The bundle of nerves that held his attention were practically singing, sending shock-waves throughout her body.

Without warning, she was pulled back, harder and faster than before – pleasure blurred with pain, and the images behind closed eyes blossomed into stars that remained twinkling even when she forced her eyes to open. Shuddering, head thrown back, Kagome whimpered until his body jerked and spasmed, spilling his seed into her with a growl that lowly faded into his characteristic silence.

Her steady panting was the only sound in the room and, as she regained her breath, she suddenly felt very transparent. As if he didn't know what you were after! He would never be fooled...

Sesshoumaru pulled out and stepped away from her in one move, and, by the time Kagome found the strength to stand and turn, he looked the same as when she'd first seen him; no hair out of place, his leotard once again straightened, eyes unreadable, and the sight made her, for a split second, wonder if she'd dreamed their encounter; however, the proof remained, sliding down her thighs.

Although his gaze never moved from her face, Kagome felt embarrassment creep up. Her ripped leotard hung, opening her to anyones gaze, and his faultless appearance had her feeling foolishly inferior. With a forced calm, she walked, but refused to run, to her bag and carefully slid her sweatpants into place. Obviously, this session was over – would he even say anything?

When she once again felt on equal footing, she turned and met his gaze. Amber eyes gleamed, swirled, and threatened to drawn her in. Did he feel the same attraction? Kagome couldn't tell, but she doubted it... and, in the end, it didn't matter. She felt satisfied and complete, as if her purpose here was through; her curiosity had been sated, and the past beckoned.

He doesn't need to say anything, she decided, blinding him with a smile.

But, when she heaved up her bag and began to leave, Sesshoumaru said, in no uncertain terms, “I daresay you require more... instruction.”

Choking incredulously, Kagome swiveled back around. Was he insulting her... or was that his way of saying he wanted more? Unsure, she thoughtlessly released her first, fully-formed thought, “It better be cost-free.”

“After hours... two weeks time,” he conceded, though it sounded more like a demand, before abruptly striding past her and out the door. She had no choice but to follow and watch him disappear into the crowd, the same way as he'd appeared. It wasn't until he'd vanished completely that she thought, with a creeping suspicion, I promised to return to the Feudal Era today... and I'm returning for Souta's birthday in thirteen days... was that coincidence, or did he know?

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