Role Play by NivalRose

The Doctor

A/N: Hey, welcome to my new story. This is a story that really isn't a story, if that makes sense. It's like a bunch of one-shots that are interconnected. Since this is kind of a one-short set up, the updates will be a bit more sporadic, all depending on my perverted spark of creativity. Citrus and Lemon warnings-my perverted side decided to run amuck. Just so you know, I have no idea if these processes, terms, conditions are real or not. This was just meant for fun, so bare with me on my lack of knowledge! Enjoy!

Role Play

Chapter 1: The Doctor

Silken black locks fanned over the expanse of the sleek, black leather couch, the colors so similar that it was hard to tell when one began and the other ended. A slim, voluptuous figure lay in a similar position over the cushions. Expressive, cerulean orbs stared up at the ceiling in boredom. Full, pink lips rested slightly agape. Shifting slightly, a sigh escaped from her throat. Slender fingers tapped against the supple leather as Kagome thought to herself.

Kagome was fortunate to live the good life. Her husband, being a successful business man, made enough money where as she did not have to work any longer. This left her days to do as she pleased. Although she was happy in her freedom, she wished that there was something more she could do for the love of her life. He treated her well, giving her the attention she craved when he was not working. But she could not over look the fact that he was supporting her. Without any children, she found her days filled with little to do. It was time to do something to repay her lover. The only question was what.

Glancing down at her left hand, her eyes softened when she came across the ring on her finger. Although it was a platinum band with a fairly impressive diamond attached, it was still fairly simple. Well, as simple as her husband would allow. While she wanted something small, her love had plainly stated that, "You will only have the best." Under heavy negotiating, they had finally compromised, the ring she wore being the outcome.

On their wedding night, he had picked up her hand, staring at the ring for a long, intense moment. "Mine," he had whispered. He then softly kissed the ring. She had never been so overwhelmed with happiness. That had been five years ago. They had lived in bliss, as they still do now. Smiling softly, Kagome's mind ran over the passionate moments they had shared.

Sitting up suddenly, an evil glint ran through her eyes. Smiling, gentle laughter floated from her lips.

"I know," she whispered to herself.

Springing off of the couch, she pushed open the large French doors closing off the lounge. She lightly ran down the lavish corridor to her home, in a hurry to get to the phone. Turning a corner sharply, she shoved open another set of French doors to reveal her husband's study. Sauntering over to the phone, she picked up the receiver before plopping down in the comfortable leather chair, tapping in some numbers before waiting for a reply.

"Yes?" came the stoic reply.

"And good afternoon to you too," she replied, laughing elegantly at her husband's tone.

His reputation is known to the entire world as emotionless and ruthless. However, she did not understand the claims. Sure, he had been stubborn, almost difficult, when she had first met him, but it was nothing that she could not handle. Over their courtship, he had proven to be a calm, loving person-to her at least.

"Good afternoon, Kagome," he replied, his tone softening slightly.

"How is your day going?" she asked.

"It is well. And yours?"

"Fine, although a bit boring," she answered truthfully.

She almost swore she could hear him smirking on the other end. "I will fix that when I return home," he said, his baritone voice dropping into a seductive octave.

"Well, actually, I wanted to talk to you about that," she said, hoping not to sound affected by his voice. It was hard for her. His voice alone made her want him.

"Is something wrong?" he asked quickly.

"No. When are you leaving the office today?" she inquired.

"Why?"

"Just curious. So when?" she prodded mysteriously.

"6 o' clock. Now tell me why," he commanded.

Giggling, she entwined the cord through her fingers, wishing it was her husband's fingers. "I want to go out tonight."

"Very well. Where?" he responded patiently.

Kagome knew that her husband did not particularly enjoy her dragging him through the city on her whims to go out, but he tolerated it for her. It was time to make it up to him. This was something that she was sure he would enjoy.

"Meet me there, to save time. How does outside of Benvili's sound?" she asked carefully.

Kagome heard him snort in disapproval. "I do not want you walking through the city by yourself," he said, his voice now serious and firm.

"Hey, I'm a big girl. I'll be fine," she retorted stubbornly.

"Someone could hurt you," he simply stated.

"I never had a problem before. I walked the city countless of times before I met you."

He sighed before responding. "As you wish. But be careful. Take your phone with you."

Kagome smiled happily in her victory. Everything was going according to her idea so far.

"Protective, aren't we?" Kagome teased.

"You belong to me. I will always protect what is mine," he told her matter-of-factly.

"I promise I will be careful, my love. I will meet you at 6:30, alright?"

"Yes."

"I miss you," she told him, her voice dropping low.

"And I you," he answered softly.

"Goodbye, my love. I will see you soon," she whispered.

"Goodbye, koishii."

Hanging up with her husband, she quickly dialed a few more numbers. Leaning back in the chair, she waited for an answer once again.

"Hello?" answered a smooth, male voice.

"Hey, Miroku, it's Kagome. I need you to do me a favor."

~*~

The tall, graceful man stood rigidly before the restaurant where he had agreed to meet his wife. His long silver hair trailed down to his waist, perfectly accentuating his smooth, pale skin. The strong, slender fingers of his large hand ran absent mindedly over the platinum wedding band on his left hand. Keen, molten gold eyes scanned over the crowd before him, searching for his Kagome. However, there was one small problem. His wife was no where to be seen. Growling, he reached into the pocket of his expensive grey suit, fishing out his cell phone. If something had happened to her then someone would be paying with their life. Entering his wife's number, he waited for her to pick up. The only response was her sweet voice prompting him to leave a message. Sighing, he hung up the phone, placing it back in his pocket. He would wait patiently for a few more minutes before he tracked her down. As he waited, an unfamiliar voice reached him.

"Are you Mr. Tashio?"

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, his head titled to the side to face the man. A short, young man stood beside him, hesitance radiating off of his body. The boy would not look him in the eyes as he waited for a response.

"Yes. Is there something you need?" Tashio replied agitatedly.

"I have a message for you, Sir," the boy began. "It's about your wife."

Tashio hissed angrily, quickly turning his body to face the boy. His eyes flashed with anger, knowing that something was not quite right.

"Where is she?" he growled, taking a step closer to the boy.

"Unfortunately, I cannot tell..."

The boy was interrupted when a hand closed around his throat. His back was slammed against the side of the restaurant, pinned to the spot. The boy gasped in surprise, looking up to meet furious eyes.

"If anything has happened to her, your life will be sacrificed," Tashio snarled.

"Mr. Tashio," the boy stammered fearfully, "I swear that your wife is fine."

"Then where is she," Tashio ordered, his voice rising in frustration as his grip on the boy's neck tightened.

"Follow me if you wish to find her," the boy shot out quickly in a high pitched voice. His eyes darted behind the man, eyes wide as he watched the people behind him. Some would stop and glance over, but would quickly turn away and speed off.

Tashio was silent for a moment as he contemplated what he had just heard. Carefully, his eyes searched the panting and shaking boy, looking for any sign that what he said was a lie. After a few intense moments, his hand lowered itself from the boy's neck.

"Walk," Tashio ordered.

Letting out a sigh of relief, the boy quickly began weaving his way through the crowd to the destination, followed closely by the angry silver haired man. As he walked, he could not help but wonder why no one in the city had questioned Tashio's aggressiveness just a few seconds ago.

~*~

Minutes later, Tashio followed the boy into a large building near the outskirts of the city. He recognized in as the building that held their physician's office. He could not help but wonder why they were here. Panic sparked through him as thoughts of why Kagome would be here flashed through his mind. Quickening his pace, he barked for the boy to move faster.

The boy stopped outside the elevator, pushing the up button. "Take this to the fifth floor, Sir. Your wife will be waiting there."

Growling loudly, Tashio pounced inside of the elevator when the doors sprung open. Pushing for the fifth floor, he wondered why he did not take the stairs. It was torture for him to stand still like this. It took all of his will power not to begin pacing the small area of the elevator. Finally, to his relief, the doors opened and Tashio sprung out of them like a Thoroughbred at a race track.

He recognized where he was. Yes, this was indeed their physician's office. As he walked up to the receptionist's desk, he looked around for any sign of his wife. Like before, Kagome was nowhere to be seen. Yet, oddly enough, there was no one else at the office either. Standing at the little window, he did not recognize the woman behind it. His eyes glared at her suspiciously.

"I am looking for Kagome Tashio," he informed the woman in a clipped, controlled voice.

The woman finally looked up disinterestedly at Tashio. "Ahh, Mr. Tashio," she replied, smirking lightly. "We have been expecting you. Follow me, please."

Snorting, Tashio followed the woman down the hall of examination rooms. Turning the corner, she led him into a large room used for examination. His lip twitched in irritation and his fists clenched at his side.

"What is the meaning of this?" he snapped.

Sighing, the woman shook her head at the impatient man. Handing him an examination gown, she replied, "Please change into this, Mr. Tashio. The doctor will be right with you."

"The doctor?" Tashio questioned in confusion.

However, the woman did not answer. Instead, she sauntered out of the door, closing it behind her and leaving Tashio by himself.

Turning his gaze to the gown in his hands, he sighed. Shaking his head, he began to remove his clothes from his body. Something was not quite right and he had a feeling that Kagome had something to do with it all. What plan has his wife been cooking up all day?

~*~

His tense body snapped to attention when there was a soft knock at the door. It was immediately followed by it opening, revealing a slender, attractive woman. The tension left his body when he realized that it was indeed his wife.

Tashio held back a growl of appreciation when he noted her appearance. A short, tight black skirt showed of the long, creamy expanse of her legs. Her blouse was tight, hugging her curves and cut low to expose her cleavage. A stethoscope hung around her neck, dangling against the smooth skin of her chest. Shiny black hair was pulled up from her sweet face, tied up loosely only by a pen. It was a shame that the long, white coat she adorned would hinder his view of her backend. Her blue eyes stared down at the open folder in her hands as she shut the door after she entered. He could hear the soft click of the lock before she moved away from the door.

"Hello, Sesshomaru. How are you feeling today?" she asked calmly.

"Kagome," he muttered as his eyes stayed trained on her form.

Looking up from the folder, she frowned softly. "I do not think that it is proper manners to call your doctor by their first name. Please call me Dr. Tashio."

Sesshomaru's thin eyebrow rose elegantly. So this was the game she was playing, was it? He had no idea that Kagome enjoyed role playing. It seemed that she did it right as well he thought to himself in satisfaction. He watched her rove over to a table where she placed the folder down before moving back towards him.

"I apologize, Dr. Tashio," he replied arrogantly.

Kagome's eyes glittered evilly. She was enjoying herself and was pleased that he was going along with the game she had made for him. Kagome had to fight to keep her composure. She knew what lay behind the thin gown he was wearing. It took all of her will not to rip it off of him. However, she started this game and would be damned if she would let it end because she ruined it. There would be plenty of time for what she wanted later.

"It's alright. Now, shall we proceed with the examination?" she asked.

"Very well," Sesshomaru responded.

Reaching into the pocket of her coat, she pulled out a small device that Sesshomaru recognized for examining the ear. Tensing lightly in anticipation, he watched her move directly to his side.

Her small hand came up, gently tucking strands of his silken hair behind his ear. The hand trailed down his jaw, where she rested it upon his neck. Leaning forward slightly, her breath tickled his ear.

"I am going to check your ears now, Sesshomaru," she whispered seductively.

Sesshomaru felt the small instrument rested upon his ear, but he was too distracted by her warm hand upon his neck. After a few seconds, she walked across him, the bare skin of her knee brushing against his. His eyes followed her hungrily, his muscles already aching to touch her. She repeated the same process to his other ear before coming to stand before him.

At his light mumble of disappointment reached her, she smiled. "All seems well so far. Now, let's check your tonsils, ne?"

He nodded his head as he watched her quietly. His throat was dry as he watched her exchange tools for a long wooden stick. As she neared him, she touched his knees lightly, silently asking him to open them. Sesshomaru readily complied and held back a moan as she slid herself between his legs.

Kagome's blue eyes lock with his as her free hand came up to his mouth. It traced lightly over his bottom lip before it pulled gently down. "Open wide," she whispered.

Opening his mouth, her finger slipped inside, teasing the tip of his tongue with its texture. As it retreated, Sesshomaru pushed his tongue to her finger, licking it slowly.

"Now, now, Sesshomaru. That isn't appropriate. Behave yourself or I will get Dr. Tamika to finish this examination," she warned.

With the mention of Miroku taking over her spot, his tongue immediately retreated. It was getting harder to restrain himself. His body twitched with desire.

"That's a good boy," she muttered as she replaced her finger with the stick. Kagome moved closer, rubbing her warm core against his apex as she looked into his mouth. He could feel her breath along his lips. Moving away, he could not help but growl at the loss of her body next to his. She chuckled lightly as she discarded the stick.

"Dr. Tashio," he called out softly, sure that his voice was as desperate as he felt. "Does everything look alright?"

Smiling, she nodded. "Yes, everything looks...wonderful," she told him.

Kagome slowly paced back to her husband, swiveling her hips for effect. Her heart warmed as she watched Sesshomaru fist his hands into the table to contain himself. She made a mental note to reward him for playing along so well. She knew that if it was this hard for her to restrain herself, then he must be enduring hell right now.

Once at his side, she lifted her hands to her neck, slowly dragging her hands across her skin before taking hold of the stethoscope. Pulling it up, she placed the ends in her ear before picking up the other side. Kagome wiggled up next to his side, meeting his eyes as he turned to watch her. Taking a hand to his exposed back, she ran her fingers along the skin, reveling in the way that the muscles heated and rippled under her touch. Slipping the metal end under his gown, she placed the steel end directly on his nipple. Sesshomaru gasped at the coldness, his nipple coming to attention immediately.

"Is it too cold for you?" Kagome whispered against his neck, running her fingers all the way down his spine.

"Yes," he whispered heatedly.

Removing the metal from his slightly quivering chest, she slipped it out from under the gown. Making sure she had Sesshomaru's attention, she brought the metal up to her own skin. Running it over her warm chest, she dipped it into her cleavage, hearing his hiss as a reward. Kagome ran it over her breasts, allowing the coldness to perk her nipples. She moaned slightly, not missing the jerk in the gown by his groin and how her husband's eyes glazed over in lust.

Purring in contentment, Kagome finally pulled the now warm steel from her breasts. She returned it to Sesshomaru's nipple, placing it firmly against his skin. She was pleased to hear his heart beating strongly and rapidly.

"Your heartbeat is a little fast," she commented.

"It seems that way," he groaned out as she ran the instrument down his abs and to his other nipple.

As she reached over his chest, she brushed her aroused nipple against his arm, listening to his somewhat ragged breathing.

"Hmm," she replied while raking her nails up his spine. "I have no idea why."

Moving away again, her own heart raced wildly. She couldn't keep this up much longer. Her desire was becoming too strong.

"Stand up please, Sesshomaru."

Grunting, he quickly responded to her request. Stepping away from the table, he craned his head down to the shorter woman, his muscles quivering and penis erect.

Kagome's hands ran over Sesshomaru's muscular arms as she circled him. Stopping when she stood behind him, she pressed her curves into his back. He shuddered against him. Her hands moved up his arms, lightly dancing upon his neck before diving down his back again. Moving forward, her fingers teased the flesh covered strength of his stomach. She pressed her face into the silk of his silver hair, inhaling his masculine scent deeply.

Sesshomaru gasped when her fingers teased his nipples, tweaking the flesh before smoothing it over tenderly. Finally, her hands dipped low, sliding down his hips and outer thigh. Lightly dragging her nails up the inside of his thigh, he groaned loudly when she outlined his testicles. His head fell back, mouth agape. Sesshomaru's body quivered when the soft, nimble fingers traced circles into the skin before cupping each one.

Massaging them lightly, she raised up to her toes, licking the shell of his ear before whispering, "Cough, please."

No longer able to take the torture, his own hands came down to cover Kagome's. Pulling them away, he turned in her arms.

"No." he said forcefully.

Taken aback, Kagome blinked in confusion. "No?"

Smiling, he moved her hands up, wrapping them around his neck before releasing them. His golden eyes sparked in hunger. Draping his own arms around her slender waist, he leaned down to lick her lips.

"No. The game is now over, Kagome," he whispered intensely before claiming her lips in a frenzied kiss.

~*~

Probing deep inside her mouth, Sesshomaru heard Kagome moan against him and push her lower body against his erect groin. Lifting his hand from her waist, he pushed up the side of her blouse, connecting his fingers with her skin. Bolts of electricity raced through him, causing him to break away from her mouth. Shifting to her neck, his hands once again roamed over her skin, finally making their way up to her coat. In one swift motion he pulled it from her neck, pushing it down as far as it would go.

Understanding his plea, Kagome removed her hands from her husband's neck, letting him strip the fabric from her body. Her own hands then moved to his gown, pulling it down, leaving him toned, porcelain body before her eyes. Moaning softly as he nipped at her neck, she dipped her head, running her tongue along his collarbone before tasting the muscles of his skin. She could feel the way they jumped beneath her, making her even more aroused than before.

Growling impatiently, Sesshomaru pulled Kagome's head up. Tugging at her shirt, he slipped it over her head. Her perk breasts bounced before him. Eying them needingly, he lowered himself to the mounds. His tongue swirled around them, lavishing the tender flesh lovingly. Taking the tip in his teeth, he suckled gently, feeling Kagome's hands come to fist in his hair as she hissed in pleasure. Smiling, he teased her more as his hand ran over her sides and thighs.

Undoing her skirt, he allowed the flimsy material to fall to the ground. He chuckled in amusement. His little Kagome was not wearing underwear either. Still working her nipples, his expert hand wandered to her sex, rolling the throbbing nub in his fingers.

"Sesshomaru!" she whined between heavy pants.

Smiling, he rubbed the moistening flesh harder, bringing his other hand down to slip inside her folds. Through the pumping, rubbing and sucking, Kagome felt as though she would collapse at any moment. Sure enough, explosions of pleasure followed her seconds later, causing sweet juices to drip onto Sesshomaru's hand. Kagome screamed in ecstasy. Her knees quivered in the aftershock.

Feeling his lover's body quake under him, he gently pulled her down to the floor, his own body following suit. Hovering above her, he smirked at her.

"Very clever, Kagome. Why did you do it?" he asked her.

"I wanted to do something for you. I wanted to take care of you," she said softly.

Chuckling, he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck.

With her eyes shining brightly, her hand ran over his cheek. "Did you enjoy my game?"

"Very much so," he confessed to her. "However, I will enjoy this even more."

Hooking her leg under his arm, he pushed it and placed it upon his shoulder. Taunting her folds with his penis, he gently pried her open as he rubbed against her, immediately exciting her once again.

"Don't tease me anymore," she whimpered.

Finally pushing inside her, they both cried out in happiness, making love to each other on the floor.