Higher Education by SunsetMiko

Chapter 43

Each prompt in this chapter goes with the Obscure Word Challenge.

Prompt: Tergiversation: Desertion of cause, position, party, or faith. (Obscure Word Challenge)

About an hour later, Sesshoumaru admired the outfit his miko had chosen. She was wearing skin tight black leggings under a somewhat short lilac dress. It was better than the last night's outfit, mostly because her legs were covered, so no other men would be leering at them, or at least not her bare skin. Her legs were quite shapely and he knew they would still garner attention. Though he tried to keep it from bothering him, it still irked him when he noticed other guys looking her over as if she were a piece of meat.

They slowly walked across campus, an umbrella swinging from her arm, heading to the latest party. Sesshoumaru prayed that his brother would not be there again. Inuyasha had to have learned something from the beating he'd received the night before. He wouldn't dare show his face, would he? He'd been completely embarrassed, proven slower and weaker than his older brother, who he'd tormented for years. He lost at what he, himself, had called a fair fight. There was no coming back from that. The hanyou would always be remembered as a loser by all the partygoers that had witnessed the fight.

When they reached their destination, Sesshoumaru was relieved that they only had regular strobe lights over the dance floor, rather than the bright colors of the night before. The blinking, changing color every second, had made his eyes hurt. He watched the crowd for a moment as Kagome paused to speak to someone; intrigued by the way the strobe lights made everyone appear as if they were a series of still photographs being flipped through one by one.

He clung to her hand as she led him around the crowd of dancers and into the kitchen in search of liquor. The couple downed several shots back to back before the miko made them each a mixed drink to sip at for a while. She wasn't ready to dance just yet, and so she guided Sesshoumaru down the stairs into the basement, the centerpiece of which was a full-sized pool table. She leaned against it, watching others play, and Sesshoumaru hung closely behind her, one hand possessively on her hip.

The taiyoukai was surprised when one of the players invited him to join. Usually people didn't even see him there beside her, as if he was invisible. He glanced at Kagome, who nodded. What could it hurt, playing a simple game? He had never tried it before, but that didn't mean much to him. He'd been watching and it was a matter of simple geometry. Convinced that he would do at least passably well, he agreed and the miko quickly went over the rules.

He was handed a pool cue and given first shot. His first attempt was pathetic, if he did say so himself. He barely touched the cue ball with the end of the stick in his hand and he sighed while the others laughed.

"One more shot," Kagome told the male he was playing against, resetting the cue ball before encouraging Sesshoumaru to lean down. She leaned over him, adjusting the way he held the cue, and helping him make the first shot. After that, using his grasp on mathematics, he absolutely decimated the competition. He realized at some point that he was actually having fun as the miko handed him another drink. They spent more than two hours in the basement, playing and drinking. Kagome was often found leaning seductively against the table across from him while he made his shots, splitting his focus, but he still did well.

He was actually comfortable when she went back upstairs for more alcohol and it dawned on him that he was being social, speaking and playing with the same alpha males he would have otherwise been wary of. He felt no fear associating with them. Instead he felt confident and that confidence showed. They seemed to have accepted him as one of their own, which felt like a huge victory to him. Without Kagome, this would never have happened, and he pulled her in for a kiss.

Prompt: Obliquity: mental perversity. (Obscure Word Challenge)

"Shall we dance?" he asked, tired of simply looking at her. He wanted to be touching her and he had more than enough alcohol in his system to be comfortable on the dance floor. The miko nodded and they said their good-byes before heading upstairs, where the music pounded loudly, shaking the house. She led him into the thick of it and Sesshoumaru followed eagerly, more than ready to get his hands on her.

They danced together as if no one else existed. His hands ran over her body so possessively, with such confidence, and her eyes fell closed, trusting that he would keep her close. There was nothing else like it, being out there on the dance floor together, moving to the beat. As she turned to face away from him, she pressed back, finding him more than a little aroused. With a smirk, she ground her ass against his erection, her smirk widening at the sound of his moan.

She wanted to be with him, and every moment made that feeling stronger. She wondered what their first time would be like. Would he be shy and rely on her for instruction or would he take over, wanting to be in control? She truly had no idea what would happen when they finally had sex, but she did know one thing. They were going to need protection. She had no intention of getting pregnant. She had a feeling he would have difficulties buying them himself, so she figured she would help him out.

She knew this frat always had what they called 'party favors', fishbowls full of condoms, every variety, style, and color known to man, free for the taking. She just needed to locate one. She knew this would be amusing. Would he be too embarrassed to reach in and collect what they needed, knowing others would see? Would he be smug about it instead, wanting everyone to know that he was really going to have sex with her? Either way, she was filling her small purse with condoms and it wouldn't hurt if he stuffed his pockets as well.

Kagome scanned the room, checking all the level surfaces for what she was seeking. Sesshoumaru followed her through the crowd, confused as to why she had suddenly stopped dancing mid-song. She seemed like a woman on a mission and so he did nothing to stop her, instead just staying as close as possible so as to not lose her in the mess of dancers.

"Ah-ha!" she exclaimed as she spotted what she was searching for. She made her way to the large glass fishbowl and stuck her hand inside, grabbing a handful of condoms.

It took Sesshoumaru a moment to realize what she was picking up. He'd never actually seen a condom packet, unless he counted Sex Ed, where they explained and demonstrated how to apply a condom to a banana, and that had been ages ago. He'd certainly never seen one so close up before and his eyes widened as she collected another handful. Did she really intend on having so much sex that they would need so many? Of course, he wouldn't mind or anything, but wow. He was momentarily awed by the prospect of so much sex when not so long ago, he'd had no prospects of losing his virginity, ever.

"What are you waiting for?" Kagome asked with a grin. "Get some!"

"Did you not get enough?" he asked, his cheeks flushing pink at the thought of actually reaching in there and picking up condoms where everyone could see him.

The miko molded her body against his, her palm brushing against his still partially erect cock, and she looked up at him with a heated expression. "Are there ever really enough? I would hate to run out at the wrong time."

She fought back laughter as his hand was instantly in the fishbowl, grabbing a much larger handful than she was capable of. He tried stuffing them all into his pocket at once, but ended up dropping nearly half of them. This time the miko lost her battle with the desire to laugh, giggling at his mortification. When he tried to bend to pick them up, she caught his arm.

"Leave them. No reason to be trampled when you can just pick up more. Maybe a few less in one hand next time."

Kagome watched in amusement as Sesshoumaru successfully stuffed his pockets with condoms. He almost wished that he had a bag with him as well, like she did, so he could collect more. Her sexy voice, the way she'd touched him, well, he wasn't nearly so concerned about how sex would affect their relationship. No, he was a lot more focused on how badly he wanted to fuck her. It was obviously going to happen, unless she planned on making a hell of a lot of balloons, and the prospect excited him more than it worried him.

There were a lot of questions in his mind regarding his abilities to please her, but she'd succeeded in burying them all beneath a great deal of desire. He could only hope that his fears and insecurities would remain buried long enough for him to get some. He wondered when it would happen. Did the collection of condoms mean she intended to take his virginity that night? Eh. Suddenly, new thoughts assailed him, bringing his fantasies to a screeching halt.

He didn't want to have sex with her in her dorm room. Well, he did really, but he didn't at the same time. He wanted to hear her, truly hear her reactions. No muffling her cries with her hand or arm, no biting her lip to keep it in, no holding back. He wanted to hear every sound, every gasp, every breath, when they were finally together, and that meant waiting at least one more night. Once they were in his new apartment, she could be as loud as she wanted and he hoped she was a screamer. He wanted to hear her cry his name, to moan loudly, and yes, he wanted her to scream her pleasure for the neighbors to hear. He wanted to know he had truly pleased her and he wanted everyone else to know as well.

Prompt: Satiety: fullness to the point of satisfaction or beyond. (Obscure Word Challenge)

"Someone's got full pockets," a familiar voice said and Sesshoumaru looked up to find Miroku smirking devilishly at him.

"Why not?" Kagome asked. "They're free! Plus I like the idea of a mix of choices: colors, flavors, ribbed, super smooth. With options like that, things will never get boring."

Sesshoumaru looked stricken for a moment, though he tucked it away quickly. Did she honestly think that sex between them would get boring, and so quickly? Did she really need a variety of condoms to keep things fresh? He hadn't even lost his virginity yet, and already she was disappointed in his performance.

Miroku noticed what Kagome hadn't seen and chuckled. "We both know you won't care what kind of condom it is, so long as he's the one wearing it," he said, hoping to indirectly ease Sesshoumaru's fears.

"Yeah, you're probably right," she said with a smile, leaning against the taiyoukai. "I really think I'm going to enjoy the learning curve on this one," she added, saying more than she might have if she hadn't been intoxicated. "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again," the miko said with a giggle as her hand found Sesshoumaru's ass. He jumped at the contact and she laughed harder before slipping her hand down the back of his jeans. "Did I ever tell you that you have an incredible ass?"

Sesshoumaru smirked. "Not nearly as wonderful as yours."

"Oh, I know. The desire to bite it is uncontrollable," she giggled, waving as Miroku excused himself from the conversation.

Before he walked away, the monk leaned in close to Sesshoumaru's ear. "I think maybe she's had enough to drink, huh? And hey, congrats on the condoms! Make good use of them!"

Though he was slightly embarrassed by Miroku's forwardness, the taiyoukai nodded. He definitely would do so. He would enjoy using every single one of the condoms they'd collected and when they ran out, he would happily get more. Nothing would keep him from being with Kagome. Nothing.

The monk was right about one other thing as well. He and the miko had consumed enough alcohol, perhaps even too much, and he led her out of the crowd, searching for somewhere to sit down. Finally he located a couch with space for the both of them and he plopped backward, pulling her with him. They would sit for a while before attempting the walk back to the dorms, because he wanted to make sure they actually made it safely, without the involvement or assistance of campus police.

He was surprised when she climbed into his lap, though he shouldn't have been. It was obvious she was feeling flirtatious and when her arms looped around his neck, he smirked, leaning into the kiss. Hell, everyone else was making out in public. They could too, and so they did, without a care in the world.