A Broken Midnight Tryst by Butterfly Kima

Chapter One

Broken Midnight Tryst

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Inu Yasha characters or have anything to do with any of them in all their awsome glory. Just used my twisted mind to write a few things for my own enjoyment and the enjoyment of others.

"Kagome. . ." Sesshomaru's voice was deadly quiet and Kagome trembled. "I thought I warned you to stay out of my rooms?" He'd managed to back her all the way up against the wall, and with an arm on each side of her, trap her, leaving her no place to escape to. She nodded meekly, absolutely captivated by his stunning golden eyes. "Since I have warned you, and you admit to remembering my warning. . ." He bent his head until she could feel the tickle of his breath against her ear and neck and she shivered. "What are you doing here?"

"I was. . . I, uh. . ." She had to come up with something, and fast. She couldn't very well admit to having come into his room dozens of times while he was away, couldn't very well admit to the fact that she was simply opening his closet doors and pressing her face against his clothes just to catch the tiny bit of his scent that lingered, certinaly couldn't admit that she missed him so much some nights that she crept from her own rooms a few doors down into his just to lay across his bed with her face burried in his pillow. He wasn't actually expected back for another week or more, he'd returned early, and caught her in the act of stealing one of his shirts. The trips to his room late at night were starting to have an effect on her sleep and her energy levels, she had decided bringing back one of his shirts and then returning it the night before he was expected back was the best option, that way his scent would be with her. . . in her rooms. "R-returning your shirt." She held it out to him. He was so close, their noses almost touched and their breath mingled. . . he dropped a hand, and never breaking eye contact took it and tossed it across the room where it landed in a bunch on one of his sitting room chairs.

"You're lying Kagome." To her complete and utter surprise he suddenly hefted her up by her arms and pinned her against the wall so that they were eye to eye, nose to nose without him having to bend down. He brought a knee up and braced it on the wall between her legs and let her slide down just a tiny bit to rest in a most interesting way, one leg on each side of his thigh, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders to hold herself steady.

"How would you kno-"

He cut her off. "You may be a demon now little one, but you'll never be as strong or as acute as I am. I can smell it Kagome. The shirt hasn't left this room, not only that, I can smell you everywhere in here. Tell me. . . did you decide to live out of my rooms while I was away, foregoing your own since mine are so much more. . . tastefully decorated?" Sesshomaru chuckled at the startled, then infuriated expressions that crossed her sweet features. "You must learn to conceal your scent. Espically around someone with a nose such as mine." Sesshomaru slid his hands down her arms from her shoulders to her fingers newly tipped with slightly blunted claws where they rested on his shoulders. He laced his fingers with hers and slowly moved her arms back and up the wall she was pressed against to pinned them above her head where he held them both with one hand and traced her inner arm all the way down her body to her hip with his other. "I can smell how much you like this little one." He murmured, and for the first time since he'd captured her, turning his gaze away from hers to follow his hand. He traced her hip, down her thigh to the end of her sheer night gown and back up, this time, his hand beneath the thin cloth.

Kagome gasped and shuddered, closed her eyes to gather her wits. This was what she'd wanted. . . worked toward for so long, and yet. . . it was so strange. . . and it still felt so wonderful. . . but somehow not quite right. . .

"S-sessho-maru. . . I think. . ." She gasped when he ran his hand over the line of her small green silken panties, and then slid his hand beneath them to toy with her soft curls. "I think I s-should g-go now!" Kagome stuttered and gasped, arching her back at the sensations he was causing to ripple through her body.

"Do you now? But your body betrays you. Have you missed me? Missed this?" Without waiting to hear any further protest Sesshomaru captured her mouth with his own and gently teased her lips apart, when she opened for him, he claimed her mouth the same way he'd done before, slowly, throughly. Tantalizingly slowly he parted her soft folds and found, to the delight of the beast within him, that she yearned for him the same way he'd yearned for her while he was gone. He slid just one finger deep within her, the way he'd wanted to again and again since that first time, slowly, carefully, taking great care not to hurt her with his claws.

Kagome's arms were trapped, but her tongue was not and she answered his hungry kiss with a passion she'd kept bottled up for months since he'd left without a single word. "Yes." She panted when he released her mouth to trail his over her cheek, down her neck. He added a second finger and her body arched again in pleasure, but she did her best to keep her moans bottled up deep inside. "Yes Sesshomaru, I've missed you. More that you could possibly know." She trailed her open mouth down his neck when he worked his way up to nibble on her ear and she moaned, unable to keep that one in. Since her transformation, she'd found that not only were demons noses particulary sensitive to all kinds of smells that she'd thought previously non existant, but their ears were extreamly sensative as well, the muscles and nerves within them as delicate and easy to set aflame as the ones in her breasts. "But I fear. . ." She wanted so desperately to give in. To surrender competely and totally. But it wasn't right. It hadn't been right before and it wasn't right this time either. No matter how much she wanted, yearned, desired. She would still be a human had she followed what she'd been taught, the things her mother had worked so hard to drill into her head. But instead she'd followed her heart, and invoked some very old magic. Magic that even with her extensive studdies and experience in the fields she hadn't realized existed and now she bore the blood of a demon in her viens.

"Yes?" Sesshomaru prompted when she paused. He withdrew his fingers when he sensed her drawing near her peak and cupped a full lucious breast in his hand, relishing the feel of it cupped in his palm. Something else he'd missed.

Kagome wanted to moan and beg for him to replace his hand, or add another. . . but the removal of those bewitching fingers had restored just a few of her senses, not many, but just enough. "I fear," she contined, this time in a steadier voice than before. "That you have missed nothing more than a willing body beneath yours and an outlet for your frustrations." Before she could lose her heart and surrender completely to him, allow her heart and body what they so desperately yearned for, she acted on what her brain was telling her. She jerked her hands free and pushed agaisnt him roughly, thankful at least that she landed on her feet.

Sesshomaru was so stunned by the sudden turn of events that it took even him a moment to gather his wits, but it was just enough time for her.

Kagome ducked around him, muttered a hasty appology for being in his rooms against his orders and fled to the saftey of her own. When she was inside she closed the door and threw all three locks before sinking back against it and slowly sliding down the door to the floor where she burried her face in her arms, and cried softly, doing her absolute damndest to make as little noise as possible so that he wouldn't hear.

Sesshomaru stood where she'd left him, stunned, angry. Until he heard her. Through the annoying snores and the sounds of the others on this floor breathing as they slept, through the sounds of moans and pants and the clicking of mouses and tapping of keyboards, he heard her. She was. . . she was crying. It was everything he could do not to break through her door and gather her in his arms again, this time to soothe rather than arouse. She was. . . actually crying. The knowledge ate at him. He'd missed her so while he was away. He'd come back early just to see her again. Before he'd left he'd taken the dress shirt of his that she'd worn back to her room the first night they'd made love and tucked it away in his suit case. Just to take a bit of her scent along with him. When hers had faded, replaced with his by his constant handling and nuzzling of the garment, he'd come back, intent on getting a better sample. He'd been far more delighted than he let on to find her in his room, he'd planned to bring her to extacy again and again, until she cried out for him the way she had the first time. . . but instead she lay in her room, sobbing.

Was the touch of a full blooded demon so repulsive? Anger suddenly flooded him. He stomped into his bedroom and tore off his clothing before falling into bed and drowning out the sounds of her tears, trying to sleep. Sleep would not come though, he worried about her. Had he hurt her? Scared her? His thoughts churned in his head, spurred on by his emotions until he knew for certain that sleep would be slow in comming to him this night.

Kagome finally stopped crying and drug herself to bed where she lay and thought about the man a few rooms over. How could he expect her to just jump into bed with him when he'd left her without even a goodbye the morning after their last night together? How could he come back and expect that of her? Anger flarred for just a moment when she realized he hadn't even bothered with a hello this time either. Her thoughts and emotions were at war. It was wrong, she knew that, and she'd payed a very dear price for being with him last time, her claws, her fangs, her markings, her new demonic traits were all testament to that. But she wanted so desperately just to feel his arms around her, his skin against hers. Had she hurt him when she'd left the way she just had? Angered him? Would he speak to her again? Or ignore her the way he had before he'd left? Her head was spinning again and she knew sleep would be long in comming this night.

~A/N~

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