Never Forget by BelovedStranger
Highhanded Decision
Work Count: 1,500
Prompt: Showdown
That night, after Sesshomaru had made love to her a few more times, he finally allowed her to rest and fell asleep beside her. He curled around her naked form from behind, just as nude as she. Spooning her, he rested with his face in her hair, his arms wrapped snuggly around her waist with one palm cupping her breast. His legs were bent, forcing her legs up, basically bending her in half, which was not all that comfortable if she were to be honest. There was no space between his chest and her back. Even his hips were pressed firmly against hers, his soft shaft snuggled at the base of her spine, her ass cushioned by his muscular thighs.
They were cuddling as they had done numerous times before, but never had they been without clothing, so this was a new experience for Kagome.
She should feel safe, cherished, even loved, in this position with a man who professed to love her.
Actually, she should be tired after the evening they had shared, learning each other’s bodies, finding every erotic spot there was to find.
This was what she had been yearning for, to know Sesshomaru intimately, to express her love in the most primal way possible.
And yet she felt empty.
Where was the love she used to feel whenever she thought about this man?
The bitterness she had recently harbored for so long?
How could she decide whether or not she would stay with him or leave him a broken mess if she felt nothing at all?
Why could she not sleep?
The next morning…
Kagome had lain awake last night, unable to sleep. Though she had been tired, her mind strangely blank, sleep would not come. She had been cocooned in Sesshomaru’s warm embrace, but she had found no comfort there, no answers for the dilemma she was faced with.
Before her alarm sounded at 6:00 a.m., she had turned it off. Though today was her day off of work, she hardly ever allowed herself to sleep in, knowing her whole sleeping schedule would be fucked up if she dared.
Sesshomaru was still asleep. Their positions had changed a while ago. Now he lay on his back, the blanket barely covering his junk. One leg was stretched out beneath the covers while the other was bent, peeking out from under the covers. One arm was thrown over his head, bent at the elbow, while the other was curled around her waist, keeping her close to him even in sleep, as if he feared she would leave.
She had passively lain on his chest, her cheek over his heart, the strong, slow, steady beat beneath her ear. One of her legs was thrown over his hips, her thigh gently pressed against his sac, while one hand rested on his chiseled abs.
She had watched him sleep, took in his physical perfection, and felt nothing.
At 6:00 a.m., she gently disengaged from his loose embrace. She hoped she would not wake him as she painstakingly shifted away from his comatose form, and finally off the mattress.
She took a step away from the bed after watching him for any signs of wakefulness for a few seconds when she felt it.
Warm liquid slid down her thighs in thick streams.
Frowning, wondering if she had started her period early, she reached down and gently dabbed at the wetness before bringing her fingers to her face for inspection.
Not blood.
The sticky substance that coated her fingers was white, filmy.
Sesshomaru’s seed.
She gazed at his ejaculation in stunned silence, her mind finally dragging up a semblance of coherent thought.
She wasn’t on any kind of birth control.
She hadn’t felt the need as she had been indecisive whether or not she would take the next step with Sesshomaru sexually. If she was truthful, she would admit that she had been a coward. Not knowing what choice to make, she had put it off, thinking if she didn’t take the pill or any other form of birth control for women, then the choice really wasn’t hers.
They hadn’t used a condom.
She knew Sesshomaru did not use them if he didn’t have to, if he knew the women he was sleeping with were on the pill. He knew that she was not taking any. She figured she would have been safe from his advances, from both of their desire, since the possibility of her becoming pregnant was high.
What had she done?
What had he done?
8:45 a.m….
Kagome saw Sesshomaru walk into the living room where she was smoking one of her small cigars. He had pulled on a pair of jeans, unsnapped, his chest and feet bare. He smiled when he saw her, then scowled when he noted what she was doing.
“Why are you smoking? I thought you quit?”
“I guess not.”
He heaved a sigh and walked towards her, bent down with one hand on the back of the sofa, and kissed her, chastely.
Then he leaned back.
“If it means so much to you, I suppose I can get used to it, but try not to go overboard, please.”
Kagome made no comment to his uncustomary show of compromise. In truth, she was unmoved, dark thoughts slithering around her mind.
“Have you made coffee? Never mind. I can smell it. Be right back.”
He left and returned a few minutes later with a steaming cup of coffee in hand. Her own sat abandoned on the small table beside her.
He sat close to her, valiantly trying to ignore the smell of vanilla and smoke.
“You didn’t have to leave the bed,” he murmured to her, leaning in to nibble at her neck.
Ignoring the instant flare of excitement she felt from his attentions, she leaned away, took a deep puff of her cigar, and blew out a stream of smoke.
“Actually, I did. We need to talk.”
He sat his cup aside before putting his hands on her. “Can’t it wait?” he murmured against her neck as his hands travelled to her stomach, edging under the shirt she had put on earlier.
“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed,” Sesshomaru told her, his hands drifting higher. “You should’ve known last night wouldn’t have been enough.”
He cupped her breasts.
She asked, “I might have gotten pregnant.”
He went still against her.
“I’m not on birth control, remember? And you didn’t use a condom, not once. I didn’t notice the lack until this morning when I got out of bed and your semen slid down my thighs.”
He gave a husky groan. Not the reaction she thought he would make.
“I would’ve loved to see my seed sliding from your pussy. You’re mine, Kagome.”
He kissed her neck and started fondling her breasts.
She wasn’t in the mood, didn’t want him to arouse her and make her forget the answers she sought. Instead of fighting with a lit cigar in hand, she took a puff even as her nipples hardened beneath his skillful touch, and blew smoke against his ear, the smoke moving across his face, though she couldn’t see it.
Sesshomaru jerked back with a cough, his hands leaving her breasts to wave one in front of his face, dispelling the smoke. He was scowling at her.
“Dammit, Kagome! What the hell was that for?”
Ignoring his question, she met his angry gaze without flinching.
“Did you forget that I wasn’t on birth control in the heat of the moment?”
“What?” he asked, obviously baffled by her question.
“Did you purposefully spill your seed inside me, knowing I could get pregnant? Or was it an accident; and don’t lie.”
The anger left his expression, his face oddly composed as if he were trying to hide something. Before he even spoke, she had her answer.
“Kagome, I have already decided that what we have is something special. I love you. I want to be with you always.”
She watched as he slid off the sofa, knelt before her. She allowed him to take her cigar out of her hand. It was almost at the end of the filter, anyway. He snuffed out the embers in the small bowl she was using as an ash tray before taking her hands in his, their eyes locked.
“This was not the way I had imagined proposing to you. I had plans of taking you out to dinner tonight and asking you there, in a more romantic setting, but now is as good a time as any, I suppose,” he said with a smile.
“Kagome, would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man alive by becoming my wife?”
She should be crying, happy that Sesshomaru was asking her to marry him. Instead, the emptiness she had felt all night after their lovemaking, the numbness that had suffused her entire being upon realizing that she could be pregnant, vanished.
In its place, a seething demon of bitter anger awakened.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Looks like our Sesshomaru thought if he got our Kagome pregnant, even without her consent, she would naturally want to stay with him. I for one would be pissed if any man tried that shit with me.