A/N: I do not own the characters of InuYasha. I am not making any profit from the use of these characters.


By Jaded Samuri

Kagome was silent, staring at the ring in her hand. There she sat, alone, in the middle of the night, at an airport halfway around the world from her homeland. She was en route to Houston, Texas, and her new life - complete with a furnished apartment and a nice salary. The only thing it was lacking, was everyone she had ever known.

"I hope that he is happy for me," she muttered to herself as she swiped the tears from her eyes. "I wonder if he'll even miss me," she said as she pulled out her itinerary to double check her flight schedule. To her dismay, according to her watch, she still had three hours before her flight.

Deciding to pass some time, she pulled up the handle to her carry-on suitcase and made her way toward the bar with a renewed sense of purpose, only to have the door close in her face and the bright, happy, neon sign that tells you that it is open, switch to closed.

"Shimatta," she cursed and stomped her foot, frustrated at being denied a little refuse from her inner torment. She turned, head down and began to make her way back to her lonely, little seat, only to run into another person. Again, she cursed, in her native language, as she fell flat on her ass.

"Such language," scolded the man as he offered her a hand up, "should not fall from the lips of such a beautiful mouth."

"Gomen," she apologized, bowing slightly. "I was distracted."

"Hn," the man commented. "It is of no consequence. Such language is unbecoming."

"All I wanted was a drink to knock the edge off since I have three hours left before I fly out…but Nooo, they had to close the bar, right when I got there," she groused angrily.

"Come with me," the stranger said as he took the handle of her luggage and began to walk further into the terminal. "The Admiral's Club is always open…if you have the right credentials."

Walking behind him, Kagome took the opportunity to study the stranger. His short silver hair barely concealed the pointed tips of his ears. The haircut was stylish, and gave him a somewhat roguish appearance. She was not certain, but she was pretty sure that he had markings on his face to match the crimson stripes that swirled around his wrists. Kagome was absolutely certain that the cut of his slacks could not have been more flattering, because it drew attention to his perfectly tight ass. She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to ignore the tightening in her belly at the mere thought of digging her fingernails into that succulent flesh.

Before Kagome knew it, they were standing in front of a rather plain, inconspicuous door that she would have never given a second glance. The stranger cleared his throat and looked at her with a smirk, the scent of her arousal tickling his senses.

Producing a keycard from his wallet, the strange man opened the door without hesitation and held it open for her to enter. Blushing wildly at having been caught staring, Kagome ducked her head and went inside. Looking around, Kagome selected a table off in a corner and made her way to it with the demon following closely behind.

As he walked behind her, Sesshomaru took advantage of the view and admired the way that her skirt accentuated the subtle sway of her hips as she walked. Her ebony hair fell down to the middle of her back in loose waves. As she turned to face him, his eyes were drawn upward to a bit of exposed cleavage. A quick glance told him that her tits were firm, round, and just the right size to fill his hands.

Quickly releasing his grip on her luggage, he made his way to the bar and seated himself, leaving the woman to her own devices. Only moments later, she approached the bar and ordered bourbon with coke, heavy on the bourbon.

"Thank you," she said as she turned to the demon sitting next to her. "I really needed a drink."

"Running from something?" he asked.

"Not really," she replied. "I've only got friends back in Tokyo. My little brother is away at college now, and he's the last of my family."

"Where are you flying out to?"

"Houston, Texas," she replied as she took her drink and returned to her empty table.

The demon grabbed his beer and followed her.

"What takes you to Houston, Miss Higurashi?"

Kagome looked at him, her eyebrows raised and blue eyes questioning him.

"Your name is on your luggage," he explained.

"And you are?" she asked.

"Arashi. Sesshomaru Arashi. Originally from the Midori Prefecture of Saitama, but I have lived in the US for many years now."

"I've only been outside of Tokyo a few times. It's kind of pathetic, really."

"So what takes you to Houston?" he repeated.

"Business. I've been hired on at a prominent accounting firm. They agreed to pay my moving expenses. I've also got a furnished apartment waiting for me."

"That's good. Moving halfway around the world can be a hassle."

"Yeah, but it's time for me to move up and move on." She eyed her empty glass.

Taking her hint, Sesshomaru took her glass and got her a refill.

"Leaving anyone special behind?"

"Not really. Oh I'm sure that he'll miss having me around, but it was mainly platonic between us. I think we were just too comfortable with each other. That's why when he proposed, I said no. There was never really any spark there." Kagome paused to take a large swallow of her drink.

She eyed her drinking partner over the edge of her glass, her cheeks flushing softly in the dim light as wicked images flashed through her mind. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stood. "Excuse me, I need to go freshen up," she said as she made a hasty retreat to the restroom.

Smirking as he watched her go, Sesshomaru adjusted the bulge in the front of his pants and motioned for the bartender to keep an eye on the lady's luggage.

With a wicked grin, he quietly opened the door. Kagome had her hands underneath the air dryer, her back turned to the door. Without a second thought, he flicked the lock on the door and made his way to her. Sliding an arm around her waist, he cupped her left breast in his hand, delighting in the way she startled and pressed back against him.

With a quick look over her shoulder, Kagome confirmed that it was indeed Sesshomaru who was pressed so intimately against her backside. She groaned and pressed back against him as he pinched her nipple through the fabric of her blouse. She could feel the telltale bulge of his erection as it pressed against her rear, grinding deliciously as he tormented her already aching nipple.

Ever so slowly, Sesshomaru leaned forward and pressed his mouth against the side of her neck. "I know you want me, Ka-go-me," he breathed hotly against her skin.

She shuddered as a shiver ran the length of her spine.

"I can smell it." He licked a line from her shoulder to her ear. "And I can taste it on your skin. He released his grip on her nipple and grasped her arms, pulling her back harshly against him. "Can you feel how much I want you?"

"Yes," Kagome whispered heavily as he sandwiched her between his body and the wall.

Without further preamble, Sesshomaru dropped to his knees. He grabbed her hips and turned Kagome to face him. Slowly shoving her skirt upwards, he revealed his prize. The sight of the royal blue lace of her panties and the matching garter belt holding up her sheer stockings caused a groan to escape his throat. He easily lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and shoved his nose into the crotch of her panties. Inhaling deeply, he reveled in the scent of her and delighted in the juices that had already begun soaking through the lace.

"You smell so good," he murmured as he pulled the cloth to the side, revealing her perfectly smooth petals.

"You wax," he commented as plunged his tongue through her folds and sucked her clit into his mouth.

"Kami," she groaned as she threw her head back against the wall.

"So good," she cried as Sesshomaru plunged his tongue into the heat of her core, lapping eagerly to collect the juices seeping out to coat his face.

"You taste sweet," he commented as he used his fingers to spread the folds of her sex, "like a mysterious fruit." He immediately thrust his tongue back inside, sucking her juices into his awaiting mouth. He grinned against her wetness, realizing how tight she was going to be around his cock.

Adding his fingers into the mix, he began to stretch her. Sucking hard on her clit, he thrust two fingers up into her eager cunt. Keeping his fingers buried, he stood, letting her leg fall from his shoulder to support her weight.

Crushing his mouth to hers, he forcefully parted her lips and made her taste her own flavor on his tongue. Over and over, his fingers pumped, penetrating her tight heat, bringing Kagome closer and closer to the edge. She began grinding her hips against his hand, adding to the pressure building in her groin.

Lacing her fingers through Sesshomaru's hair, she fisted it in her hand, holding his head in place as she attacked his mouth. She bit at his lips, attempting to devour him as her body climbed closer and closer to the peak. Enjoying the aggression, Sesshomaru let her have her way, briefly before he returned it in kind.

He fisted her ebony locks in his hand and jerked back, forcing her to bare her throat. The slight edge of pain was all it took to send Kagome plummeting over the edge. Her eyes lost focus and her body convulsed, gripping his fingers tightly as she rode out her orgasm. Sesshomaru bit at her throat tenderly, reveling in the feel of her muscles clamping down on his fingers.

"Kami, you are so tight," he breathed against her neck as the tremors began to grow weaker. "I can't wait to feel you stretched around my cock."

"Mmmm," she replied as she attempted to catch her breath, enjoying the heated look in his golden eyes – a look that promised that she would be thoroughly fucked before the night was through.


About the same time, the alarm on Kagome's cell phone began playing 'Ike, Ike', signaling that it was time to head to the boarding station.

Blushing madly, and cursing at the same time, they both hurriedly adjusted their clothing and raced from the restroom. By the time Kagome retrieved her luggage Sesshomaru was already gone. The bartender gave her a knowing smirk as she attempted to pay for her drinks.

"Don't worry about it, Miss," he told her with a smile, "he'll pay for it later. Now go, you don't want to miss your flight." He shooed her out the door with a grin.

Ten minutes later, Kagome sat alone in the cabin of a charter jet as the plane taxied down the runway. Her mind replayed what had occurred in the club's restroom, and with a blush, she found herself hoping that she would get the opportunity to return the favor one day.

To be continued -