Inuyasha, "Some Dreams Fade Anew" Kagome/Sesshoumaru, ch. 11
Fandom: Inuyasha
Title: Some Dreams Fade Anew
Chapter Title: Body and Heart
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
Universe: AU
Prompt: "pajama" theme at dokuga_contest. Winner 2nd place.
Claim: 27. "laughter" for 30shards
Warnings: some violence
Notes: This is also going to be part of my claim at 30shards. This is part eleven of my "Some Dreams" serialization. You may need to read previous installments to understand what's going on.
Summary: After they meet again for the anniversary of her husband's death, Kagome can no longer deny Sesshoumaru's offer to take care of her, especially when someone starts to threaten her life. AU. Serialization. Kagome x Sesshoumaru.
Other Links: Dokuga | FFnet
Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven: Body and Heart
Kagome’s heart and body were not thinking as one when she let Sesshoumaru into her apartment that evening. They both had a rough day, and all she wanted to do was throw on some pajamas, order take-out and lean against him for the rest of the evening. They didn’t even have to watch TV; they could just talk, maybe even more about who would want Sesshoumaru dead.
Unsurprisingly, her body wanted something different from Sesshoumaru that night, and she knew it was easy to just let go and have her wicked way with him - after all, she was probably overdue being a dateless widow for so long, yet after the days events, her heart was hesitating that such ideas would become regrets later on.
Instead of staring at her as she fell into routine around her house, Sesshoumaru offered to help her pick up things, make them cocoa and even rifle through her menus to order something for dinner.
He held up menus for twelve different Chinese restaurants. “Is this many really necessary?” he asked in mocked stern tones, and Kagome blinked at him, finally laughing when he cracked a smirk.
“Hey, I have a hard time throwing them away. I feel guilty. Besides, not all the food tastes the same from every place,” she said, and he raised a single, challenging eyebrow at her.
“Do you have any idea what you want?” he asked, and she watched in amusement as he made faces while scanning the menus. If she remembered correctly, Sesshoumaru was the pickiest eater she’d ever known.
She leaned her elbows on the counter in the middle of her kitchen, smiling at him. “You pick. I’ll eat anything really. But after today...” She sighed. “Anything but Japanese food. I don’t even want to think what memories I have to drudge up tomorrow when I go visit Jii-chan and Mama.”
Sesshoumaru nodded, understanding her meaning, and when they finally decided on pita wraps from a Greek place, she excused herself to change her clothes. She paused, looking back at him before she entered her bedroom. “Um, do you need anything? I mean, if you were planning to stay over...” she said, hesitating. She felt silly. He said he’d come inside, but would he stay the entire night?
He met her eyes resolutely. “I’m staying, Kagome.” She couldn’t argue with him now, not after the way his smooth voice sounded. She’d be insane to deny him.
Yet, she was ever more nervous if Sesshoumaru expected more. He was a gentleman, of course, and he did understand that she wanted to take things slow (despite what her body wanted tonight).
“I am fine,” he said, and in her silence she realized he was answering her question about clothes. If he was staying and didn’t need clothes for tonight, what did that mean...? Kagome felt her face go hot, and she spun around quickly and retreated into her room.
Now she was faced with her biggest decision of the night: lazy, comfortable pajamas or sexy ones?
Her body screamed for sexy, but she didn’t know if she even owned any. Sexy just wasn’t her thing.
She did have a pair of pajamas that her mother bought her for Christmas from Victoria Secret. They were cute and girly, and she could get away with the “girl-next-door” sexy look, as her friend Sango would call it by the way she dressed normally.
Kagome dug for them in her closet, finding them in a sweater box under her wool cardigans. She nodded to herself when she saw the light pink camisole folded over the long, soft pants. She couldn’t resist. Her mother had good taste, and they were totally her style.
And I’m not going to scare off Sesshoumaru (or give him the wrong idea) by dressing like Horny Catwoman tonight, she thought and sighed. I just want to be held...that’s all.
When she reappeared in the living room and dressed in her pink clothes, she saw Sesshoumaru stop and look at her approvingly for a long moment before he moved on the couch to give her room. He’d already turn on the TV and was watching CNN. Kagome was surprised she was even paying attention to their background at all while she was looking at him.
She could get used to this sight every night if it were possible. His suit jacket was off, his tie was folded over one of her kitchen chairs, and his white shirt was unbuttoned down to four buttons, revealing his smooth trimmed chest. She almost choked on a breath as she made her way slowly over to him. She noticed the pants remained, but the shoes were off, and she stifled a giggle as she noticed his stark white socks over his small feet.
Of course, never in her life would she tell Sesshoumaru he had small feet.
Settling against his chest and under his arm, and she loved how perfectly she fit there, and she was sorry it took them all this time to get to this point. She tried to ward off thoughts of Inuyasha by turning her eyes to the TV screen. Kagome wrinkled her nose.
“Please tell me there’s something else on besides the news,” she groaned, and she caught Sesshoumaru’s smirk in the corner of her eye.
“What is wrong with the news?” he challenged her.
“Oh nothing really, but the last thing I want to hear about is how a latent miko and her youkai companion set off alarms downtown after being attacked on the freeway,” she said, turning to look at him. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“You do have a point,” he drawled, and the channel flipped, and they both became engrossed in an old episode of NCIS. Kagome thought it was perfect, especially since Sesshoumaru seemed to enjoy it as well - for something fictional anyway.
As the second NCIS episode wrapped up and they finished their pitas, Kagome felt her eyes get heavy while being comfortable against Sesshoumaru’s chest. She could sense that he was tired too, but certainly more alert than she was.
She fought to stay awake though. Perhaps, she thought, it was bad form to fall asleep on a guest. It didn’t help that his hand was stroking her hair, but damn it felt good. Then, she felt him kiss her forehead, and her eyes felt heavy again.
“No,” she protested aloud. “I can’t sleep now.”
“You need the rest,” he said. “Don’t fight it, just sleep, Kagome.”
“But... it’s not polite...Don’t want to be rude,” she mumbled, but sleep was persistent and she couldn’t hold out any longer. The last thing she remembered was the rumble of laughter in Sesshoumaru’s chest as she failed at staying awake, and for the rest of the night he held her, and he gave her heart’s desire.
Her body’s desire, however, would just have to wait until the next time.
Chapter Twelve
Title: Some Dreams Fade Anew
Chapter Title: Body and Heart
Author: Paynesgrey
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Drama/Romance
Universe: AU
Prompt: "pajama" theme at dokuga_contest. Winner 2nd place.
Claim: 27. "laughter" for 30shards
Warnings: some violence
Notes: This is also going to be part of my claim at 30shards. This is part eleven of my "Some Dreams" serialization. You may need to read previous installments to understand what's going on.
Summary: After they meet again for the anniversary of her husband's death, Kagome can no longer deny Sesshoumaru's offer to take care of her, especially when someone starts to threaten her life. AU. Serialization. Kagome x Sesshoumaru.
Other Links: Dokuga | FFnet
Previous Chapter
Chapter Eleven: Body and Heart
Kagome’s heart and body were not thinking as one when she let Sesshoumaru into her apartment that evening. They both had a rough day, and all she wanted to do was throw on some pajamas, order take-out and lean against him for the rest of the evening. They didn’t even have to watch TV; they could just talk, maybe even more about who would want Sesshoumaru dead.
Unsurprisingly, her body wanted something different from Sesshoumaru that night, and she knew it was easy to just let go and have her wicked way with him - after all, she was probably overdue being a dateless widow for so long, yet after the days events, her heart was hesitating that such ideas would become regrets later on.
Instead of staring at her as she fell into routine around her house, Sesshoumaru offered to help her pick up things, make them cocoa and even rifle through her menus to order something for dinner.
He held up menus for twelve different Chinese restaurants. “Is this many really necessary?” he asked in mocked stern tones, and Kagome blinked at him, finally laughing when he cracked a smirk.
“Hey, I have a hard time throwing them away. I feel guilty. Besides, not all the food tastes the same from every place,” she said, and he raised a single, challenging eyebrow at her.
“Do you have any idea what you want?” he asked, and she watched in amusement as he made faces while scanning the menus. If she remembered correctly, Sesshoumaru was the pickiest eater she’d ever known.
She leaned her elbows on the counter in the middle of her kitchen, smiling at him. “You pick. I’ll eat anything really. But after today...” She sighed. “Anything but Japanese food. I don’t even want to think what memories I have to drudge up tomorrow when I go visit Jii-chan and Mama.”
Sesshoumaru nodded, understanding her meaning, and when they finally decided on pita wraps from a Greek place, she excused herself to change her clothes. She paused, looking back at him before she entered her bedroom. “Um, do you need anything? I mean, if you were planning to stay over...” she said, hesitating. She felt silly. He said he’d come inside, but would he stay the entire night?
He met her eyes resolutely. “I’m staying, Kagome.” She couldn’t argue with him now, not after the way his smooth voice sounded. She’d be insane to deny him.
Yet, she was ever more nervous if Sesshoumaru expected more. He was a gentleman, of course, and he did understand that she wanted to take things slow (despite what her body wanted tonight).
“I am fine,” he said, and in her silence she realized he was answering her question about clothes. If he was staying and didn’t need clothes for tonight, what did that mean...? Kagome felt her face go hot, and she spun around quickly and retreated into her room.
Now she was faced with her biggest decision of the night: lazy, comfortable pajamas or sexy ones?
Her body screamed for sexy, but she didn’t know if she even owned any. Sexy just wasn’t her thing.
She did have a pair of pajamas that her mother bought her for Christmas from Victoria Secret. They were cute and girly, and she could get away with the “girl-next-door” sexy look, as her friend Sango would call it by the way she dressed normally.
Kagome dug for them in her closet, finding them in a sweater box under her wool cardigans. She nodded to herself when she saw the light pink camisole folded over the long, soft pants. She couldn’t resist. Her mother had good taste, and they were totally her style.
And I’m not going to scare off Sesshoumaru (or give him the wrong idea) by dressing like Horny Catwoman tonight, she thought and sighed. I just want to be held...that’s all.
When she reappeared in the living room and dressed in her pink clothes, she saw Sesshoumaru stop and look at her approvingly for a long moment before he moved on the couch to give her room. He’d already turn on the TV and was watching CNN. Kagome was surprised she was even paying attention to their background at all while she was looking at him.
She could get used to this sight every night if it were possible. His suit jacket was off, his tie was folded over one of her kitchen chairs, and his white shirt was unbuttoned down to four buttons, revealing his smooth trimmed chest. She almost choked on a breath as she made her way slowly over to him. She noticed the pants remained, but the shoes were off, and she stifled a giggle as she noticed his stark white socks over his small feet.
Of course, never in her life would she tell Sesshoumaru he had small feet.
Settling against his chest and under his arm, and she loved how perfectly she fit there, and she was sorry it took them all this time to get to this point. She tried to ward off thoughts of Inuyasha by turning her eyes to the TV screen. Kagome wrinkled her nose.
“Please tell me there’s something else on besides the news,” she groaned, and she caught Sesshoumaru’s smirk in the corner of her eye.
“What is wrong with the news?” he challenged her.
“Oh nothing really, but the last thing I want to hear about is how a latent miko and her youkai companion set off alarms downtown after being attacked on the freeway,” she said, turning to look at him. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“You do have a point,” he drawled, and the channel flipped, and they both became engrossed in an old episode of NCIS. Kagome thought it was perfect, especially since Sesshoumaru seemed to enjoy it as well - for something fictional anyway.
As the second NCIS episode wrapped up and they finished their pitas, Kagome felt her eyes get heavy while being comfortable against Sesshoumaru’s chest. She could sense that he was tired too, but certainly more alert than she was.
She fought to stay awake though. Perhaps, she thought, it was bad form to fall asleep on a guest. It didn’t help that his hand was stroking her hair, but damn it felt good. Then, she felt him kiss her forehead, and her eyes felt heavy again.
“No,” she protested aloud. “I can’t sleep now.”
“You need the rest,” he said. “Don’t fight it, just sleep, Kagome.”
“But... it’s not polite...Don’t want to be rude,” she mumbled, but sleep was persistent and she couldn’t hold out any longer. The last thing she remembered was the rumble of laughter in Sesshoumaru’s chest as she failed at staying awake, and for the rest of the night he held her, and he gave her heart’s desire.
Her body’s desire, however, would just have to wait until the next time.
Chapter Twelve