Damsel on Display by SunsetMiko
Impatience
I do not own Inuyasha and I make no money from writing these stories.
Chapter 9 - Impatience
Sesshoumaru was growing frustrated. It had been days since Kagome had come home and kicked the hanyou to the curb, yet she hadn't returned to her normal routine. She went to work, came home, and headed straight into the shower, coming out fully dressed in her pajamas, and not the cute revealing ones either. He missed the sight of her flesh and his heart ached for her.
It was obvious that she was depressed over her breakup, but she was a strong woman, and he could only hope that she would snap out of it soon. She wasn't even sharing her thoughts and feelings online anymore. Her bedroom was almost always dark and empty, only occupied when she crawled into bed to sleep at night. He missed her!
He didn't know what to do. Was now the time he should be heading over there, asking if she needed a shoulder to cry on? Should he try to start some kind of relationship with her at the friend stage? He could pop in and ask how she's doing and claim he'd heard of their breakup through the usual gossip channels while acting concerned. He wouldn't even have to act, really. He was genuinely worried. She wasn't acting like his Kagome at all.
Still, he was afraid that if he did show up, she might realize who it was that sent her the incriminating photos. She might be angry with him for causing her pain. He was also concerned that he would get caught up in the friend zone and never make it to the place he wanted to be most: in her arms, in her heart, and between her thighs, not necessarily in that order.
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Kagome sighed, relieved to be home. This was hard. She was trying to give it time, to mourn her relationship with Inuyasha before she attempted to start one with Sesshoumaru, but she wasn't sad! Not really, at least. Some part of her had known that Inuyasha wasn't her Prince Charming for a while now. There had been hints that she had been willfully ignoring, but she'd known something was up. Her sister, she would have never guessed, but it had been obvious his whole heart wasn't in the relationship for some time.
She was too excited at the prospect of finally seeing Sesshoumaru up close with the opportunity to touch him, but she refused to hop from one man to the next with no cooling off period. She didn't want the sexy taiyoukai to be a rebound, and from what little he'd said, it didn't seem like he did either. She knew how bad it was going to look, dumping one brother because he was screwing her sister, only to then start dating the other brother. It didn't matter though. She knew the judgments she would be subjected to would be worth it.
She had a feeling he was growing frustrated as well. Ever since they started their little window affair, he had only gone without seeing her for a day or two at a time, tops, except when she was out of town. He knew she was home and yet she'd been denying him the opportunity to see her. If she were to be honest with herself, it was about building up some anticipation. Then, when he was finally was given the invitation, he would come running.
Tonight was the night, she had decided, and nothing would change her mind.
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Sesshoumaru perked up in his chair as her bedroom light flipped on. For some reason he had a good feeling about this time. The way her hips swayed as she walked into the room had his mouth watering and his cock hardening in moments. She sat on the bed and ever so seductively removed her shoes. She rubbed at her feet for a minute before working her way up her calves and then her thighs. He was practically panting by the time she stood and slipped out of her stockings. Her skirt hit the floor, which was followed shortly after by her blouse, and the taiyoukai unzipped his jeans. Finally, a show!
He watched as she walked over to the stereo, waiting impatiently as she appeared to be selecting some music. It was worth the wait, however, when she began to dance. Her movements were so erotic; it was like she was dancing just for him, a private strip tease. Her bra came loose and soon met with the floor, and he watched her tease her nipples while he began to stroke himself.
He'd hit the jackpot tonight! She was obviously feeling frisky and he eagerly waited for what would come next. She only ever stripped so slowly and purposefully when she intended on masturbating, almost like she was teasing herself, and unknowingly teasing him as well. He watched as she slowly slid out of her panties, running her hands over her bare flesh. When her hand reached between her legs, he groaned. Gods, he missed this! If only she'd really meant it, when she said he might have a chance.
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It was time. Kagome tried to keep the devious smirk off her face, but it was so hard! She sauntered towards the window, leaning slightly on the sill, and stared directly at him. She knew the second he noticed because his hand froze mid-stroke and his eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights. And now he knew she knew.
She smiled seductively at him before giving a little wave, laughing as he slowly released his cock to give a half-hearted wave in return. He looked mortified at being caught in his little hobby, and she allowed him to sweat for a long minute before crooking her finger at him in a come-hither motion. When he pointed at himself in question, almost disbelievingly, she only nodded and did it again.
He disappeared from her sight so quickly she was stunned, but that shock only increased when she heard a knock on her door less than thirty seconds later. He had to have run the whole way! It was then that a naughty thought struck her, and she wondered to herself if he even took the time to put his dick back in his pants before he left his apartment. Well, there was only one way to find out.