A Moment by JLajambe

A Moment

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of the manga/anime Inuyasha, this would be the wonderful Rumiko Takahashi. I am just using her characters to satisfy my own warped ideas … the story is mine.

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Kagome and Sesshomaru have a tender moment. No smut, there is fluff though ;) Inspired by, and dedicated to a very special someone …. You know who you are. ;)

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Kagome sighed as she stepped into her apartment. ‘Ugh! Thank goodness it’s Friday, and I have the next few days off!’ She huffed as she toed off her shoes, dropping her bag beside the shoe rack, and hanging her coat in the closet after shutting the door.

 

She felt a small smile work its way over her lips as she tiredly padded through her living room/dining room into her kitchen. ‘I can wait for a nice soak in the tub, I have been thinking about this pasta sauce since I brought the ingredients home last night.’ A true smile graced her face as she thought about what her boyfriend’s reaction would be to the evening meal.

 

‘We usually are both too tired to do more than heat up soup, or make some rice with vegetables for our Friday meal,’ she thought as she pulled out the ingredients she would need, as well as setting up the various pots and pans. ‘It has been quite a while since I last made spaghetti.’ She giggled a little as she reminisced about how Sesshomaru and she got together, again.

 

Kagome dropped the onions and garlic into the pan with the warn oil. ‘I love the smell of roasting garlic and onions, makes me feel like a proper chef.’ She giggled out loud, just as she heard the front door open, then shut. “I’m in the kitchen!” she called, as she turned on the pot for the pasta, and stirred the sizzling garlic and onions.

 

“So I can smell,” floated the sensuous voice of her boyfriend from the doorway. He quietly walked up behind her and took a deep appreciative sniff as she carefully pushed in the peppers she had prepped the night before.

 

One of his hands came to rest on her waist, giving a gentle squeeze, as his other hand came up to pull her hair from the back of her neck. He blew air along the exposed curve, watching as the shorter tendrils waved delightedly in the draft he caused, also noting the shiver and gasp she released at the caress. He pulled back and also noticed the subtle tension in the way she held her body. ‘Hn. She is obviously tired, and yet she is here preparing a meal for us.’

 

He nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, smiling at the huff she released. “As much as I am enjoying your attentions, I am a bit busy here.” She teased, as she continued to stir the mixture in the pan, releasing the aroma of a summers’ eve into the air, no matter that it was winter outside their door.

 

“I am aware, my princess,” he rumbled, lightly kissing her shoulder. “But,” he pulled his head away from the enticing curves of her throat and shoulder, “I could not resist such a sight. Nor refuse to give in to the temptation of sampling your nape as you were other wise occupied.” He smirked, as he released her hair, gave her waist another press, before releasing her to continue her dinner preparations.

 

She set the wooden spoon on the edge of the pan and turned to her lover, wrapping her arms around his neck. “I didn’t say you had to leave,” she murmured as she leaned up, intent on gaining a kiss. He obliged, wrapping his arms securely around her waist, and pulling her firmly into his frame, as he lowered his lips to hers in greeting.

 

“Sesshomaru,” she moaned, when his lips pulled away to curve over her cheek.

 

“Hm?” he returned, lightly kissing her temple.

 

She sighed as she pulled back from him, but not completely out of his embrace. ‘I always feel so safe, and protected when he holds me.’ She thought, as she gave him a quick kiss to his chin, and pulled completely from him, turning back to the stove, and her sizzling pans.

 

She looked over her shoulder at him, unknowing that it seemed to be more of a “come hither” look to him. Her words stopped him, just, from grabbing her up and dragging her to their bedroom to ravage her. “You should go wash up, and set the table, love. By then dinner should be ready.”

 

Sesshomaru wanted nothing more than to take her, right then and there, but the not so obvious look of fatigue on her face stopped him. ‘Hm,’ he pondered as he reached forward and gave her shoulders an affectionate squeeze and rub, before releasing her and going to do as she requested. ‘My princess needs to relax, and I know just how to go about it.’ He finished as he walked into the bathroom, eyeing the tub as he reached for the soap to wash up as she requested.

 

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Kagome groaned as she stretched, and patted her now full stomach, unknowingly drawing her male’s attention to her taut frame. She released a gust of air as she relaxed from her stretch. She eyed the dishes on the table. ‘Not too much thankfully. I think I might just skip a bath, and have a quick shower once I finish the dishes.’ She decided as she stood to begin gathering their dishes.

 

Sesshomaru helped her gather everything and transport it back into the kitchen, going further by placing their leftovers into containers to cool before being placed in the fridge. He walked over to his girlfriend as she stood at the sink, and embraced her from behind, placing his hands on her waist and his lips to her neck again, this time nibbling at her flesh. He gained a giggle and her tilting her head to give him better access, which he took full advantage of, now pulling her skin between his teeth for a gentle bite.

 

She pressed back into him, her head dropping backwards to his shoulder and moaning his name, “Sess.”

 

He groaned in response, sinking his teeth a little harder, earning a squeak from her lips. He pulled away from her enough to press his lips to the indents left from his teeth. “You are tired my sweet,” he whispered near her ear, darting his tongue out to flick at her lobe. “Why not come relax with me,” he offered, rubbing his hands over her hips and waist.

 

She moaned again in want. “I would, but these need to be done.” She replied with a husk in her voice.

 

“Hm, very well.” He murmured once more against her throat. He pressed a final kiss to her temple and slowly pulled away, giving her time to gain her balance, as he sensually dragged his hands from her hips to her waist, where he gave another squeeze before he released her.

 

Kagome gave a half smile as she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, before turning to begin the washing up.

 

She got almost half way through, when her male once more interrupted her. This time as he wrapped one arm around her waist, he pulled her completely away from the counter. He turned her in his arms, and took her lips in a passionate kiss. She couldn’t help but melt as she was suddenly surrounded by his warmth, and passion.

 

When he pulled his lips from hers, he didn’t begin to trail them over her jaw and down her throat, but instead he waited for her to open her eyes as she had shut while he kissed her. When she did, he smiled, nipped her nose and pulled away from her, only to grab her hand and begin leading her out of the room.

 

“Sess? What are you …?” she began, still fuzzy from the kiss.

 

“It’s a surprise.” He said, pulling her forward. He stopped at the closed door to the bathroom, turning to face her, his hands placed warmly on her shoulders. “I know that you are tired, and I have devised the perfect way for you to relax.” He said.

 

She raised one eyebrow in enquiry, mirth beginning to dance in her eyes. “Oh?” she drawled, a smile beginning to form on her lips.

 

“Yes.” He returned, loosening one hand from her shoulder to open the door they were standing in front of. He gently turned her, and nudged her into the small room.

 

She inhaled sharply at the sight before her. He had drawn her a bath complete with milk and honey scented bubbles in the water, candles flickering on the counter, and large fluffy looking towels on the closed seat of the toilet.

 

Releasing a quiet squeak of happiness, she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses as she giggled. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she said between kisses, before she stretched up and firmly placed her lips on his. He returned the gesture in kind before she pulled away, placing one small peck more to his lips. Then she turned and began to disrobe, eager to take advantage of this treat.

 

Sesshomaru swallowed hard as he turned from her enticing figure and returned to finish the task he had pulled her from in the other room. He smiled, feeling warm within at the happiness she displayed at his surprise.

 

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Kagome sighed in bliss as she relaxed in the warm scented water. ‘Sess is being so sweet.’ Her mind remained blissfully blank as she stayed in the water until it was just barely warm.

 

She sighed as she carefully pulled herself up out of the tepid water, and reached forward to pull the plug. Stepping out, she towelled dry and found her sleep clothes under the towels. She smiled as she shimmied into the pants and tank-top. ‘From the reaction I get from Sess when I wear this, one would think it was the most exquisite, finely spun silk, not something that I bought on sale for comfort from the “big box” store.’

 

She hung her towels up on the rack, and went to go find her lover. She was unprepared for what she found.

 

He was sitting in the living room, on their couch in his sleep ware as well, reading. Not so unusual, except for the t.v. being on the “fireplace” channel, happily crackling away, as well as having a few more candles lit and sitting on the table around two cups of hot chocolate.

 

He looked up as she approached him, setting his book aside and reaching out a hand to her, in silent invitation to join him. She gave him a small smile as she teased him, “Pulling out all the stops, huh?” she winked as she placed her hand in his.

 

His answering smirk was all he gave her as an answer, as he gently pulled her so she was now sitting beside him, next to the arm of the couch, as he had been sitting on the middle cushion. He raised the hand he still had a hold of, then reached down with the other unoccupied hand and pulled her legs up so they now rested across his own.

 

Sesshomaru slowly slid his hand up her calf to the back of her knee, lightly dragging his nails behind his finger tips. His eyes took on a gleam as he watched her shiver and her leg beneath his hand twitch. His smirk bloomed into a smile as he brought her hand he was still holding to his lips.

 

He lightly kissed her knuckles, and then sensuously dragged his lips over the back of her hand, slowly rotating it until his lips were now pressed to her racing pulse. He nipped and flicked his tongue over her pleasure point. His eyes almost molten as he watched her every reaction to his lips caresses on her hand, as well as his fingers on the back of her knee which had never stopped with the gentle raking of his nails there. Her quiet whimpers at his touch encouraging him.

 

After one final nip to her pulse, he pulled away from her hand and set it in her lap. He reached forward and grabbed a mug of hot chocolate, handing it to her before reaching forward for his own. He winked at her as he lifted his mug to his lips, taking a long pull of the warm beverage.

 

Kagome watched entranced as his throat worked, and then she lifted her own mug, sipping at the rich nectar within. Another sigh passed her lips as she savoured the taste of the decadent drink. Her eyes were drawn to what was on the cushion on his other side, the book he had set down, as well as her current knitting project. She smirked as she imagined him picking up the lacy pink bundle of yarn from where she had left it sitting beside her computer.

 

She gestured to the other cushion with a tilt of her head, “Plan on keeping me occupied and out of your hair for a bit?” she said, a teasing note in her voice, and her eyes teasing.

 

His eyes glanced at where she motioned, before turning them back to look at her, raising one of his eyebrows he replied, “You need to relax, and this Sesshomaru has noticed that knitting seems to accomplish that.” He paused, and gave her a wicked smirk. “Unless there is something else you wish to do?”

 

She knew her face blushed to a light pink as she registered what he was insinuating. She tilted her mug of chocolate to her lips for a gulp as she contemplated his “offer”. Her eyes hooded as she imagined what he would do to help her “relax”. Humming as she finished her beverage, she looked up to connect her eyes with his, which she realized had never left her face after his last question.

 

He reached toward her, taking her empty cup from her fingers, placing hers and his on the coffee table before them. He turned back to her and ran his hands up her calves, stopping at her knees to massage the tender skin hidden by her sleep pants. Her breath caught as she felt his scratching her there again.

 

“Sess,” she whispered, reaching her own hands forward, one going to his shoulder, the other burying itself in his hair, gripping a handful and pulling his head towards her so she could connect her lips to his. Their lips met and moans could be heard from both, as they opened their lips to deepen the contact.

 

She was so involved in the sensations his lips were pulling from her, that she didn’t notice as he slid his hands further up to grasp her waist. He pulled his lips from hers, earning a whine of disappointment from her, before he tightened his grasp and pulled her so she was now sitting in his lap, legs folded on either side of his thighs.

 

He moved his hands from her waist, one sliding around to press into her back, encouraging her to press closer, the other tangling in her hair and pressing her lips to his once more.

“Sess,” she breathed, as she pulled her mouth from his, panting to bring air into her lungs. She moaned and dropped to rest her head on his shoulder as he trailed his lips over her jaw, and down to nip with his lips at her left shoulder. She could feel herself trembling slightly, though she wasn’t certain if it was from want or tiredness.

He sensed her fatigue, though her panting and gentle grinding to his hips spoke of her arousal. He detangled his fingers from where he had been holding her to his lips, and slowly slid his palm down her neck and back to rest on her behind. He groped her as he pulsed his own arousal against her, feeling her shudder and moan in reaction, before moving his hand to rest on her hip, his other hand joining on her other side. He lifted his lips from her shoulder and pulled his head back, nudging her temple with his chin to get her to lift her own.

She sighed and obeyed his silent request, lifting her head from its resting place and loosening her arms from around his neck, to open her green eyes to stare hazily into his own golden orbs. He leaned forward to nip at her lips affectionately, before gently moving her off his lap, and back onto the cushion beside him. He slowly dragged his hands down her thighs, before grabbing her just below her knees to move her legs back over his lap.

Kagome let him move her as he wished, relaxing back against the plush arm of the couch. She reached forward as he handed over her knitting, and placed the needles on her lap, as she continued to watch him with slightly clearer eyes, pick up his book. His one hand returned to her leg, softly stroking and every now and again, dragging his nails over the sensitive skin behind her knees.

 

Sesshomaru glanced over at his girlfriend when he noticed that she had yet to pick up her knitting from her lap. His eyes softened, and a small smile moved over his lips as he took-in her appearance. Her hair was messy from his hands earlier, her lips, curved in a gentle smile, were still slightly puffy giving her the look of a well loved woman. ‘And she is,’ he thought as he lifted her knitting from her limp hands, shifting the project to the coffee table. His hand returned to its stroking of the now sleeping woman’s leg.

 

He turned back to his reading, ignoring the gently falling snow out their window, and tuning out all other sounds but the gentle sleeping breaths of the woman beside him, who held his heart in her more than capable hands. As he knew, by her own words, that he also held her heart in his.

 

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